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About Turin

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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The steak secret: salt your steaks 1 hour before cooking for every inch of thickness. Here are two nice pieces of regular 'ol supermarket steak.

Anyway, I finally make it to my workshop. It’s a cozy little spot on Via Dante. I’m an artisan, so I’m all about that handmade life. Today, I’m working on this crazy project—a custom table for some fancy restaurant. The owner, Luca, is a total diva. He wants it perfect, like it’s gonna change the world or something.

Photos: Cedar Rapids Xavier at Linn-Mar baseball (July 3, 2023)