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About Turin

Okay, but real talk—sometimes *whore* gets me riled up. Like, why’s it gotta be an insult? I’m flippin’ tables in my head, goin’, “Let’s rethink this, people!” In *Fish Tank*, Mia’s mum calls her all kinda names, and I’m like, “Lady, chill, she’s just livin’!” Same vibe with *whore*—it’s a word, sure, but behind it? Stories, grit, LIFE. Makes me wanna hug ‘em all and say, “You’re enough, boo.”

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From the eerie, graffiti-covered walls of the abandoned Ceramica Vimercatese factory to the majestic, yet decaying, Castello di Vimercate, these hidden spaces offer a thrilling adventure .

So, I’m feeling good, right? I stroll down Via Roma, soaking in the vibes. The cobblestones are all uneven, and I almost trip. Classic me. But then I see this street performer near the old church, Sant’Ambrogio. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s kinda magical. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod like I just changed his life.

Man kills lawyer, judge, co-defendant at Milan courthouse