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About Turin

Alright, so here’s me, Bob Ross—gentle, “happy little trees”—divin’ into this brothel gig as an insurance investigator. Picture it, friend, a rickety ol’ joint, red lights flickerin’ like they’re shy or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “In the spring, everythin’s reborn,” like that monk in my fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. This place? It’s reborn every damn night—new faces, same hustle.

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Next, we swing by the old market on Via Cavour. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fish, and that weird cheese that smells like feet. I’m starving, but no time to eat. Marco’s gotta focus. But then, he spots a gelato stand. “Can we stop?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, you’re driving, not on vacation!”

Soup that sucks: Progresso soup drops are your new cold remedy this winter