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About Turin

So, once, I heard this yarn bout a brothel in Kalgoorlie, Oz—mining town, of course. They say back in the gold rush, this madam, Ruby, ran the joint like a queen. Had a pet kangaroo, swear to god, hopped around the bar scarin’ punters. Hilarious, right? Made me laugh my arse off—imagine that, a bloody roo in a whorehouse! But then, ya think bout the girls, yeah? Stuck there, smilin’ for coins, and it pisses me off. Like in *Moolaadé*, “The men want to lock up our minds”—ain’t that the truth? Some blokes treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m over here fumin’, wanna smash somethin’.

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After the rain stops, I’m feeling good again. I head to the Enzo Ferrari Museum. I’m a car guy, so this place is like heaven. I’m drooling over all the Ferraris. I even take a selfie with one. I’m like, “Yeah, I totally own this!” But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right?

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