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About Turin

Little known fact—prostitutes got codes, yeah? Like, in old Coruscant slums, they’d hum cantina tunes to signal they’re open. Caught one hummin’ *Lapti Nek* once—made me giggle, then freak out. “R2-D2, where are you?” I yelled, cos I ain’t built for this! Angry? Oh, when some sleemo pimp tried overchargin’—50 creds for a rusty droid rub? Piss off! Happy tho, cos this one chick laughed at my binary jokes—called me “golden rod,” cheeky minx.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I finally make it to the park. It’s packed! Families, couples, even some old folks playing bocce. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in public!” But it’s kinda entertaining, too. I mean, who doesn’t love a little drama?

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