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About Turin

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, I’m a violin maker, craftin’ sweet strings, but let’s rap bout brothels, aight? Ain’t no fairy tale like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, nah, this shit’s real, gritty, dark. Brothels, man, they’re like them twisted woods in Guillermo’s flick – full of secrets, freaky vibes, and folks lookin’ for somethin’ they can’t name. “The labyrinth’s a test,” like Ofelia’s deal, and brothels? Same damn thing – testin’ guts, cash, and soul.

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So, I’m up in the tree, doing my thing, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. My heart drops. I’m like, “No way, please don’t let it be the car.” I peek down, and it’s just a bunch of kids playing soccer. Phew! But then, one of ‘em kicks the ball, and it goes straight for my ladder. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I barely catch it. I’m sweating bullets, man.

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