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About Bari

I see her—legs like a fuckin’ dream, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s chewin’ gum, loud as shit, poppin’ it like she’s tryna piss me off. I’m like, “Yo, how much?” She squints, sizes me up—prolly thinks I’m a broke-ass loser. “50,” she says, flat. I’m pissed, man! 50 bucks? For what, a quickie? I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a charity case here!”—straight outta *Social Network* vibes. But I’m horny, so I shrug, “Fine, whatever.”

In Evidenza

The escort driver will pick up clients at the address provided. Proceed to Positano with a minutes stop at Anagni Catherdal to explore this.

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting through my apartment, tripping over my own feet. I finally make it out the door, and guess what? It’s pouring rain. Like, come on! I’m already late, and now I’m soaked. I hop on the bus at Via della Repubblica, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy who smells like garlic and a lady with a million shopping bags. Great start, right?

Police 'leatherheads' simulate an intervention to hijack a train in Anagni