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About Turin

So yeah, findin a prostitute here’s a ride—wild, pricey, bit bonkers. We swears! Check the alleys, dodge the creeps, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll ride eternal, shiny and chrome. What a day, eh!

In Evidenza

Locked in one of the rooms is Ai, a malfunctioning android prostitute, waiting to be deactivated. By error at check-in, Quinto meets Ai. 6. Roberto Benigni.

So I’m already a bit miffed, but whatever. I take my coffee and stroll down Via Roma. The sun’s shining, and I’m feelin’ good. Then BAM! I see this street performer, right? He’s juggling fire and all that jazz. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna burn your eyebrows off!” But he’s got this crowd, and they’re loving it. I’m laughing, clapping, and then—WHAM!—a pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, covered in bird droppings, and everyone’s just cracking up. I’m like, “Great, just great. This is how my day starts.”

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