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About Turin

I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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I’m hustlin’ down Via Mazzini, dodging people like I’m in a video game. I’m thinkin’, “Why is everyone walking so slow?” I mean, c’mon! I’ve got a deadline! I finally get to the studio, and guess what? My collaborator is late. Ugh!

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