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About Turin

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—whores are the real survivors. Like Nemo, lost in the ocean, but they keep goin’. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine her yellin’, “I’m a natural blue!” while dodgin’ johns. Hilarious. But real talk, I respect it. They out here, no cape, no nothin’. Just guts. You ever think bout that? Prolly not. Most don’t. Me, I see it—deadpan as fuck. Whores, man, they wild.

Why The Midge Population Is So High This Year

First off, I’m hustlin’ to get to the café on Via della Libertà. I’m already late, of course. I spill my coffee on my shirt. Classic. I look like a walking disaster. But whatever, I’m a barista, not a model. I get to the café, and it’s packed. Like, seriously, who knew people needed their cappuccinos this bad?

In Southern Tuscany, a New B&B Shared a Renovation Team With the Sistine Chapel