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About Turin

Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

Belesar, at the mercy of the Miño in Lugo

girls are always called names like “slut” or “whore” i'm honestly done with everything and everyone.

But then, BAM! I trip over a cobblestone on Ronda da Muralla. Seriously? Who thought it was a good idea to make streets like a medieval obstacle course? I’m sprawled out, looking like a fool. A couple of locals chuckle. I just laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Great, now I’m the clumsy forester.”

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