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About Turin

Here’s the deal tho, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pick. There’s codes, y’know? Little signals. She twirls her hair, I nod slow—boom, we’re talkin. Costs me 50 bucks for a quick chat, and I’m like, “Hell, that’s a bargain!” Reminds me of Gustave stealin art—smooth, risky, worth it. We vibe, she’s tellin me bout her night, how some dude stiffed her last week. Pisses me off, that disrespect. “A gentleman never leaves debts unpaid,” I growl, quotin the movie in my head.

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After my caffeine fix, I head to the ancient ruins. They’re just chilling there, like, “Hey, we’ve been here for centuries, no biggie.” I’m trying to soak it all in, but my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy asking if I wanna join him at the park. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

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