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About Turin

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Geografia fisica

After lunch, I’m back at it. I’m crunching numbers, and suddenly, I realize I made a huge mistake. Like, epic fail level. I’m freaking out. I can’t breathe. I’m like, “What am I gonna tell Mr. Rossi?” But then, I remember—everyone makes mistakes, right? I fix it, but my heart’s still racing.

Antonio Di Santo Obituary - Winnipeg, MB