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About Turin

So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to get info. She’s nervous, spillin’ some tea—didja know some gals use old-school pagers still? Freakin’ pagers! I’m shocked, like, *“What, no iPhone?”* Made me happy, though—retro vibes, y’know? But then, ugh, this creep rolls up, all sleazy, yellin’ at her. I’m mad, like, *“Back off, jerk!”* I’m ready to whack him with my purse, swearin’ like Homer at a vegan buffet. *“This body’s not yours to haunt!”* I’m quotin’ Boonmee in my head, feelin’ all mystical.

On one site alone a total of 161 women and 89 men in Cambridgeshire were advertising as escorts

I stroll down Via Garibaldi, and it’s packed. People everywhere, shouting, laughing, haggling over tomatoes. I mean, who knew tomatoes could be so dramatic? I’m just trying to navigate through the crowd when I spot this old lady. She’s got this massive bag of oranges, and she’s swinging it like a weapon. I’m dodging left and right, trying not to get knocked out by citrus.

ATHLETE OF THE WEEK: Michael Turi, West Scranton wrestling