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About Turin

Me fave story? Heard this once—bloke in London, 1800s, finds a prossie, but she’s a bleedin’ ghost! Hiss! Swear it’s true—folks said she’d lure ye, then vanish with yer coin. Spooky, eh? Made me jumpy-happy, thinkin’ of it—like Eve sayin’, “I’m surviving, darling.” Prossies got that vibe, survivin’ the muck.

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Mass tourism has turned the Italian city of Florence into a “prostitute,” the director of Galleria dell'Accademia has said, sparking anger.

First stop: breakfast. I hit up this little café on Via dei Neri. The croissants? OMG, they were like little clouds of buttery heaven. I swear, I could’ve eaten a dozen. But I didn’t. I had to save room for gelato later, duh. So, I grabbed my cappuccino, and I’m sitting there, soaking in the vibe. The locals are chatting, and I’m just trying to figure out if I can blend in. Spoiler: I can’t. My Italian is like a toddler trying to speak.

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