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About Turin

So, check it—I hiked Whore last summer, right? Sweatin’ like a pig, legs burnin’, thinkin’ “Why’d I pick this psycho ridge?” But then—BOOM—hit the summit, and it’s like, “Oh, everything’s perfect!” Total Cathy Whitaker vibes from the movie, y’know? All serene and shit, but underneath? Messy as hell. Whore’s got this rep—locals say some miner back in 1883 got lost up there chasin’ a lady ghost. True story! They found his boots, but no body—spooky, right? I’m like, “Bruh, Whore ate him!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Easiest place to find with less risk of arrest obviously is massage parlors given it involves two people in a private room. After you're naked, having other compensated services is fairly easy .

So, I rush to the meeting room. It’s packed. Everyone’s talking over each other. I’m trying to get a word in, but it’s like shouting into a wind tunnel. Finally, I just yell, “Guys! Chill!” And they actually do. I’m like, “Wow, I still got it.”

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