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About Turin

We dip into an alley, and shit, it’s gritty—smells like piss and regret. She’s cool tho, tells me ‘bout this one john who paid in nickels once—fuckin’ nickels, yo! I laugh my ass off, thinkin’, “People are wild!” But real talk, it’s risky biz—girls get nabbed by pimps, cops, or worse. Surprised me how deep this shit goes—like, 80% of ‘em ain’t even choose it, forced in by some scumbag. Makes me mad as fuck, but what you gonna do?

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So, I’m pumped, right? I finish my coffee, and I’m outta there. I stroll down Via della Libertà, feeling like a rockstar. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, who even leaves puddles in the street? I’m soaked, and my mood just plummets. I’m cursing under my breath, “Negrar, you’re killing me!”

Perfectly preserved ancient Roman mosaic floor discovered in Italy