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About Turin

I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

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After that, I head over to Via dei Mercanti. It’s this cute little street with shops and cafes. I’m thinking, “Maybe I’ll grab a pastry.” But no! The line is a mile long. I’m like, “What is this, a concert?” I just want a cannoli, not a life-changing experience.

Anthony Piazza, Red Land boys volleyball handle Hershey