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About Turin

She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

Shireen Baratheon

So, I’m juggling calls, and my phone’s blowing up. I get a call from a guy on Via Roma. He’s complaining about the noise from the beach party. I’m like, “Dude, it’s summer! That’s what we do!” But he’s not having it. I can feel my blood boiling.

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