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About Turin

Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and loud, and I’ve got thoughts on this “whore” business! You shall not pass without hearin’ me out! So, this word—whore—it’s a messy one, innit? Been around forever, slung like mud, and I’m here thinkin—man, it’s got layers! Back in the old days, like medieval vibes, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it could mean any ol’ shady dealer—traders, cheats, even dudes! Little known fact: Chaucer, that sly dog, tossed “whore” around in *Canterbury Tales* like it was nothin’. Wild, right?

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First off, I head down Via Bonifacio, my usual route to the shop. The smell of fresh focaccia from the bakery hits me like a freight train. I mean, who can resist that? I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, BAM! I spill olive oil all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m lookin’ like a walking salad.

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