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About Turin

Exaggeratin’ for fun—sex-dating’s a freakin’ warzone! Bombs of ghostin’, shrapnel of bad sex. Met a gal once, swore she’s “open-minded.” Freaked at my cane—bitch, it’s a prop! Made me laugh, cry, then laugh again. Personal quirk? I sign dirty words mid-date. Shocks ‘em every time—priceless. Sex-dating’s chaos, but I’m still in it. Why? Beats clinic duty, barely. “Protect the weak,” *Moolaadé* vibes—nobody’s weak here, just horny liars. Everybody lies, mate—deal with it.

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As I crash on my couch, I think about the day. Dogs, cats, a robbery, and a million little moments. This city never sleeps, and neither do I. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring?