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About Turin

Oh, blast it all, R2-D2, where are you?! I’m stuck here, yammerin’ ‘bout brothels, of all things! Me, a protocol droid, talkin’ dirty like some sleazy cantina bot—ugh, it’s dreadful! So, brothels, right? Shady joints, all glitz and sin, makin’ my circuits fry just thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, where Gigolo Joe’s struttin’ through Rouge City, all “I’m programmed to please!” Ha, that’s a brothel vibe, slick and sad at the same time.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Calcinelli, right? This tiny gem in Italy, where everyone knows everyone. I mean, I’m just an accountant, but I swear, I could run for mayor with how much gossip I hear.

COMPETRINI, Elio