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About Bari

I knew this girl once, swear she was a vibe. Called her Tasha—legs for days, laugh like a gunshot. She’d work nights, then crash with me, smokin’ cheap cigs. Told me bout this john who cried after, every damn time. Sad sack shit—made me wanna slap him, but Tasha? She’d just shrug, “He pays, I stay.” That’s some *25th Hour* grit— “You had a good run, kid.” She wasn’t sorry, just real. Made me proud, yo, her owning that hustle.

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Whore. I'm the girl you've been thinking about. The one thing you can't live without. I'm the girl you've been waiting for. I'll have you down on your knees.

As the day goes on, we decide to hit up a gelato place on Via Mazzini. I’m all about that pistachio life, but Marco insists on trying this weird flavor—basil and lemon. I’m like, “Dude, that sounds gross.” But he’s all in, and I’m just here for the ride. We sit outside, and I’m enjoying my gelato when I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s doing all these cheesy pick-up lines, and I’m cringing hard. Like, bro, just be yourself!

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