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About Turin

Heya, pal! So, I’m a fisherman, right? D’oh! Been out there haulin’ fish, thinkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, whores! Not the fish kinda whores, but, ya know, the real deal. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—whore I met near the docks. “Mmm… donuts.” Smelled like cheap perfume and seaweed, swear it! Kinda like that freaky vibe in *Tropical Malady*—ya seen it? That movie’s wild, man, all steamy jungles and weird love crap.

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Finally, I get to the boutique, and guess what? The client is late. I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and I’m just fuming. I mean, I could’ve slept in! But then, she walks in, and she’s like, “Sorry, traffic on Via Mazzini.” I’m like, “Girl, I just ran a marathon for you!”

Results and rankings. Osimo wins again and extends its lead. Jesi and Clementina, a bad day