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About Turin

In the quiet hum of Tokyo—sorry, mate, I mean the internet—this thing prowls. It’s a site, yeah, links punters with prossies, all hush-hush. Little known fact—did ya know these setups rake in millions yearly? Proper stealthy, like a leopard in the bush. Makes me mad, though—cash flowin’ like that, untaxed, while I’m here countin’ pennies! “What am I doing here?”—that’s me quotin’ Bob again, starin’ at spreadsheets, feelin’ useless.

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So, I started my audit. Numbers, numbers, and more numbers. But then, I noticed something weird. The cash register was off by a few hundred euros. Like, what the heck? I called the barista over, and he looked like a deer in headlights. “Uh, maybe it’s just a glitch?” he said, scratching his head. I was like, “Dude, this ain’t a video game!”

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