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About Turin

So, brothels—where do I start? They’re like, these secret lil’ hubs, right? Been ‘round forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars! Wolf dens, how sexy is that? I’m picturin’ togas and steamy nights—ooh, gets me all flustered! But real talk, they’re shady too. Makes me mad, ‘cause some girls don’t choose it, ya know? Pisses me off—exploitation ain’t cute! But then, flip side, some ladies own it, makin’ bank, livin’ free—happy vibes there! Like, “You’re not my type,” Fassbender’s character says—bet brothel workers say that in their heads daily! *NANNY LAUGH* NAAAHAHA!

Margaritas

First up is Marco. Kid’s 17, thinks he’s the next F1 champ. He hops in the car, all cocky. I’m like, “Dude, chill. You gotta learn to drive before you can drift.” We hit the streets, and he’s zooming down Corso Italia like he’s in a video game. I’m gripping the “oh crap” handle, praying we don’t end up in the canal.

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