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About Turin

Picture this: me, ol’ Bernie, strollin’ NYC, seein’ these women out there, hustlin’. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams”—but nah, it’s more like stale beer and broken hope. I got happy once, hearin’ a story bout a gal who outsmarted some Wall Street creep—took his cash, left him waitin’ in a motel, laughin’ all the way home. Good for her, I say! Stick it to the 1%!

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This little family restaurant offers local dishes and grilled meat, as well as a wide dessert and wine choice. Service was very polite, wine was superb, first.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m sippin’ my cappuccino, and boom! This pigeon swoops down, like it’s on a mission. I swear it almost took my croissant! Like, chill, dude! It’s not a buffet!

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