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About Bari

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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So, I decide to walk it off. I head down Via Garibaldi, and I’m just soaking in the sights. The buildings are all old and charming, with those classic Italian vibes. But then, I see this gelato shop. I mean, c’mon, who can resist gelato? I go in, and the guy behind the counter is like, “We have 50 flavors!” I’m like, “Dude, I just need one.”

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