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About Turin

I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster, I swear! I take a break and grab a slice of pizza from this little spot on Via Roma. Best pizza ever, by the way. I’m munching away, thinking about how Rocca-di-Papa is just so beautiful. The hills, the views, the vibe—it’s all amazing. But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal my pizza slice! I’m like, “Really? Even the birds are against me today?”

Armini: “Torino? I always make myself available”