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About Turin

But man, the sadness hits ya. Like Frank in the movie, hidin’ who he is—these gals, they’re hidin’ too. Angry ‘bout that—why’s the world gotta crush ‘em? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re fightin’ a dang tornado! “Far From Heaven” vibes, y’know? All that fake perfection—baloney! Real life’s raw, messy, and findin’ a prostitute? It’s peekin’ under that shiny rug.

One surprise after another along the Arno, a stone's throw from Florence

Around noon, I decide to take a break. I hit up this little café on Via della Storia. Best espresso in town, no joke. I sit down, and just as I’m about to sip my coffee, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! Like, what?! I’m thinking, “This guy’s either super brave or super dumb.” But the crowd loves it. I’m laughing, and for a moment, I forget about work.

Where to eat in the hills of Florence