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About Turin

Hey folks, listen up—prostitutes, man, they’re somethin’ else! Here’s the deal, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ bout life, and bam—reminds me of “Stories We Tell.” Ya know, Sarah Polley, she digs deep, says stuff like, “The truth isn’t always clear.” Same with prostitutes, right? Ain’t nobody knows the whole story! Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Lola, swear she worked the corner near the diner. Tough as nails, but—get this—she’d knit scarves for stray cats. Freakin’ wild, huh?

Prostitution:

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Then I’m strollin’ down Via Garibaldi, and I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion, and honestly, it’s kinda catchy. I’m boppin’ my head, feelin’ the groove. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up and spills his soda all over my boots! Ugh! My forest boots! They’re supposed to be rugged, not sticky! I’m like, “Dude, what’s your damage?” But the kid just giggles and runs off. Kids, man.

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