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About Turin

Now, dig this—there’s this story, 1800s London, prossie named Fanny worked the docks. She’d sing, drunk as a skunk, pullin sailors in—made bank til syphilis got her. Sad, huh? But damn, she owned it! Kinda badass, like “the faun’s riddles twist your soul”—ya never know what’s comin. Hmm… I’d tell her, “Fanny, you’re nuts!” She’d laugh, probly flash me—yikes! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s juicy, right?

Monte Sant’Angelo, the Hidden Gem of Puglia

Li Jalantuumene is a B&B but it's also a restaurant and the owner Gege, is its chef. He showed us around and left us to it. No signs of madness.

Finally, I clock out. I’m walking home, and the sun’s setting over the hills. Monte Sant Angelo looks magical. The streets are all lit up, and I can hear laughter from the piazza. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

Kapoor's monumental sculpture placed at Naples metro. Reminiscent of the female genital organ