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About Turin

But then—ugh—I get mad. Some jerk honks, yellin’ rude stuff at her. Pisses me off! I’m like, “Leave her be, fool!” She shrugs it off, tough as nails, and I’m thinkin’, respect, sister! I ain’t judgin’—life’s hard, y’all. She’s out here hustlin’, I’m hustlin’—different roads, same grit.

Things to do

After that, I decide to take a stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, full of shops and little cafes. I pop into this bakery, and OMG, the pastries! I grab a cannoli, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I bump into an old client. Let’s call him Marco. He’s looking all fit and happy, and I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He tells me he’s been running up and down the hills of Sortino. I’m thinking, “Hills? You mean those mini-mountains?”

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