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About Turin

So, I’m picturin’ this joint, smoky, sweaty, all shady-like. Girls struttin’ around, guys droolin’—kinda funny, kinda sad. “Death is the best invention!” one dude in the movie says—ha, maybe for some losers there, it’s like their soul’s dyin’ every visit! I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ bout it. Ever hear ‘bout them old Wild West brothels? True story—some had secret tunnels for big shots to sneak in! Politicians, sheriffs, all creepin’—dumbasses thought no one’d notice!

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Di GEMEINSAM LESEN/READING TOGETHER: Zuni: Reflections of a Proud Anarchist Ex-Whore Zuni Reflektionen einer stolzen anarchistischen Ex-Hure.

First off, I hit up Main St. You know, the one with all the shops? Yeah, that place was packed. Like, who knew Zuni could get so crowded? I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to navigate my big ol’ machine through the throngs of people. I swear, I almost took out a hot dog stand. The guy was yellin’ at me, “Hey! Watch it!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not tryin’ to be a hot dog killer!”

The Pueblo Dance Group (Laguna, Acoma, Zuni, Hopi)