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About Turin

But real shit, it’s lonely too—standin’ there, no one givin’ it props. Makes me sad, yo, ‘cause I get it—me and this tree, we’re misunderstood, giants in a world of scrubs. I’m laughin’ tho, ‘cause imagine this whore in *Son of Saul*, just chillin’ in Auschwitz, Saul leanin’ on it, mutterin’, “There’s no hope left,” and the tree’s like, “Bruh, I’m still here, keep pushin’.” Hilarious, right? Dark as fuck, but that’s me—genius twist!

Mike Adriano

The market on Piazza Umberto is buzzing. I mean, it’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of arancini wafting through the air. I’m drooling. I spot Marco, and he’s munching on a cannolo like it’s the last one on Earth. I’m like, “Save some for me, man!”

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