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About Turin

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

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We start chatting, and he tells me about this hidden gelato place. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!” So, we trek over to Via del Mare. It’s a bit of a hike, but whatever. We finally find this tiny shop, and the gelato? OMG. I got pistachio, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was so happy, I could’ve danced.

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