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About Turin

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

"That shit fuck beckons me to the city only to spurn me like a thin-waisted whore. - Lugo. Upvote Downvote Share.

As the sun starts to set, I stroll down Calle de San Pedro. The vibe is just right. I’m feeling good, despite the chaos. I stop by a little tapas bar, grab some pulpo a la gallega. It’s like a party in my mouth. I’m chatting with the bartender, and he’s telling me about the local festivals. I’m like, “I need to come back for that!”

Seth Lugo discusses his start against San Diego