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About Turin

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in the day, you’d cruise the shady corners—42nd Street, pre-Giuliani mess. Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, boom! You’re scrollin’, thinkin’, “Who’s real, who’s a cop?” Gets my blood boilin’—the nerve of these scammers! Fake pics, catfishin’—makes me wanna scream, “Show me the truth!” like Isabelle in the jungle, machete in hand.

Other Customers Bought

So, I’m rushin’ to the sheep farm. Yeah, I’m a shearer, and let me tell ya, it’s not as glamorous as it sounds. I’m thinkin’ about the sheep, the wool, the whole shebang. But as I’m walkin’ down Via Garibaldi, I see this old dude, right? He’s tryin’ to cross the street, but he’s movin’ slower than molasses. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I got sheep to shear!” But then I see him struggle, and I’m like, “Okay, chill, help the guy.” So, I help him cross, and he’s all grateful and stuff. Makes me feel good, ya know?

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