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About Turin

So, findin’ a hooker—man, it’s wild out there. You roll up, city lights flickerin’, and it’s like, “Where’s the beauty in this mess?”—straight outta Ceylan’s flick, that vibe. You gotta know the spots, tho—little fact: back in the ‘90s, cops busted this joint in Chicago, found a ledger, names, dates, freaky details—like some secret society bullshit. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how organized chaos gets. Anyway, you’re cruisin’, maybe some shady alley, and bam—there she is, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a dance, a hustle, pure survival.

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For only 30 euros a night it's in a brilliant central location, short walk from all major tourist sites, the Puerta Sol at night isn't the most desirable place.

Then, boom! Another call. A lady on Corso Mediterraneo is locked outta her apartment. I’m like, “Lady, it’s not the end of the world!” But you know how it is. People freak out over the smallest stuff. I send someone to help her.

Dr. Thomas Scalea reflects on 25 years as Shock Trauma's chief physician