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About Turin

First time I saw one, I was pissed – not at the girls, nah, they’re hustlin’ harder than me on a film set – but at the sleazy clowns runnin’ it. Greasy hair, gold chains, actin’ like they’re kings of the dock. Made my blood boil, fam! Reminds me of *Margaret* – “You’re a little man who’s lost his way!” – ‘cept these punks never had a way to begin with. Saw this one cat, swear he was 5’2”, barkin’ orders at girls twice his size. Laughed my ass off – bro, know your role, you ain’t intimidatin’ nobody!

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Giovanni Arpino ( - ) was an Italian writer and journalist. Born in Pula, he married Caterina Brero before moving to Turin, where he.

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. They kicked the ball right into a window! I’m like, “Oh no, not again!” I run over, and the owner of the shop is furious. I’m trying to calm him down, but he’s waving his arms like a madman. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just a window!” But I get it, it’s his livelihood.

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