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About Turin

Yo, Mr. T’s in the house! Art Director vibes, baby! I pity the fool who don’t get “whore”! Talkin’ ‘bout that gritty, raw word—whore. Hits ya like a truck, don’t it? Mr. T’s fave flick, *The Headless Woman*—damn, that’s deep! Lucrecia Martel, 2008, she don’t mess around. Whore’s like that movie—messy, real, confusin’ as hell. “I didn’t see anything,” she says. Same with whore—ya see it, but don’t.

Il Karaoke Sbagliato: nuovo format!

First off, I’m a Resnik, which means I deal with all sorts of stuff. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Vittorio Emanuele II. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me that “you again?” look. But hey, I’m a regular! I order my usual, a cappuccino, and he hands it over like it’s a trophy. I take a sip, and boom! It’s like a hug in a cup.

Milan-Style Pizza in Palo Alto