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About Turin

Now, tie this to *Amélie*—my fave flick—‘cause it’s all ‘bout seein’ beauty in weird spots. Like Amélie skippin’ stones or fixin’ lives, I’m picturin’ these brothel girls with their own little quirks. Maybe one’s got a chipped tooth she hides with a sly grin, or another’s sneakin’ mango slices between clients, whisperin’, “*I like simple pleasures, like butter on my bread!*” That’s straight from the movie, y’all! Makes me giggle thinkin’ they’re human, not just some dirty secret.

The Marches Red Light District

Finally, I make it back to my office. I’m ready to tackle some community stuff. But guess what? My computer crashes. Just my luck! I’m sitting there, staring at the screen like it owes me money. I’m about to lose it. But then, I remember the beach. I need to chill.

Neocatechumenals, a surprise phone-call from the Pope to 800 seminarians