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About Turin

I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

A Lido Adriano

First off, I step outta my place on Via dei Pini, and boom! It’s like a sauna out there. I’m talkin’ sweat dripping down my back before I even hit the pavement. Like, c’mon, it’s not even 9 AM! I’m already regretting my life choices. But whatever, I’m here for the vibes, right?

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