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About Turin

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

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As the night goes on, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s a rollercoaster. I see friends laughin’, couples dancin’, and I’m just tryin’ to keep it all together. Then, this old lady walks by, and I swear she’s got more energy than half the crowd. She’s dancin’ like nobody’s watchin’. I’m like, “That’s the spirit, lady! Show ‘em how it’s done!”

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