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About Bari

Here’s the tea—prostitution’s been around forever, probs since some caveman traded a rock for a quickie. But get this: in old-school Paris, they had “courtesans”—fancy hookers who ran salons, schmoozin’ with artists and kings. Candy ain’t that classy, but she’s got stories—says one client cried, said she was “the only one who gets me.” Cue the “Her” vibes again—pathetic, sweet, and messed up. I’m typin’ this fast, so sorry for the typos—prolly 17 by now, whoops!

Finally got my drink, and it was worth the wait. That frothy goodness hit the spot. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. My buddy Marco texts me, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a street festival on Via Garibaldi. I’m thinking, “Sweet, let’s go!”

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