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About Turin

Oi mate, right, lemme tell ya bout whores, blimey! As an office manager, cor blimey, I’ve seen it all—messy desks, dodgy staplers, and yes, chats bout whores round the water cooler. Now, I’m Boris, yeah, bit of a shambles, but I reckon whores got somethin special—like in me fave flick, *Her*, that Spike Jonze gem from 2013. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” that line, bloody hell, hits ya in the gut, dunnit? Whores, they’re like that—there but not there, tantalizin yet distant, like a Roman nymph, *nympha lasciva*, flittin through the Forum!

IMOLA: un’altro caso di prostituzione in pieno giorno, ma questa volta in centro.

So, I finish my coffee and ask the barista where to get that tortellini. He points me to a place down the street, Trattoria da Nino. I’m pumped! I head out, but then I get distracted. There’s this street performer on Via Garibaldi, playin’ the accordion like a boss. I stop to watch, and suddenly, I’m feelin’ all the feels. Like, how can someone make music that good? I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a generous forest master!”

6 Hours of Imola: Free Practice