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About Turin

Oi, mateys! Cap’n Jack Sparrow ‘ere, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So, I be ponderin’ ‘bout findin’ a prossie—aye, a lady o’ the night! Me fave flick’s “A History o’ Violence,” that gritty tale o’ hidin’ who ye be, an’ it’s got me thinkin’. Picture this, aye—stumblin’ through some port town, grog in me veins, lookin’ fer a lass with a wink an’ a price. “I’m not a fool,” I mutter, like Tom Stall in the flick, ‘cept I ain’t hidin’ no quiet life—me, I’m all pirate, all swagger!

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After lunch, I decide to check out the local market. It’s on Piazza della Libertà. Man, it’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these people haggling. I love it! I grab some strawberries, and this lady tries to sell me some weird-looking cheese. I’m like, “Nah, I’ll pass.”

Angelo Mangiarotti, an exceptional retrospective