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About Turin

Gets me mad, tho—nobody talks bout it! Everyone’s yappin’ DNA, RNA, blah blah, but escort? Nah, ignored, poor thing. Makes me wanna scream, “Wake up, fools!” Surprised me too—thought it was simple, but nah, it’s tricky, twisty, like Taipei streets in “Yi Yi.” That movie’s slow burn, man, “Life’s a big mess”—escort’s the opposite, keeps shit tidy! Loves that, precious, keeps me happy, calms my twitchy hands.

Linked to VII.12.19. Excavated 1862. (Vico del Lupanare 25).

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the local market. The vendors are all shoutin’ their deals. “Fresh tomatoes! Best in town!” I’m like, “Yeah, right!” But then I see this guy, old man Giuseppe, with his wrinkly hands and a smile that could light up the whole street. He’s got the best tomatoes, no lie. I grab a few, and he winks at me. I’m like, “Dude, you’re the real MVP!”

Connecting Gragnano and Castellammare: The Light Rail Vision