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About Bari

So, I tried it once, right? Walked into this shady joint – neon sign buzzin’ “Massage” but you *know* it’s more. Lady’s like, “Full body, hon?” and I’m thinkin’, “Hell yeah, rub me down!” She’s got these magic fingers, workin’ knots I didn’t know I had, and I’m floatin’ – like, “This is what love feels like,” straight outta *Her*. But then – ugh! – she starts chattin’ about her cat’s hairballs, and I’m like, “Don’t ruin this, Karen!” Made me so mad I nearly bolted, but those hands? Pure gold. Kept me there, happy as a pig in mud.

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Then, I get a call from this guy, Marco. He’s a real piece of work. Always wants the best deals but never wants to pay. He’s like, “I need you to find me a villa in Martellago, but it can’t be more than 200k.” I’m like, “Dude, you want a villa for the price of a pizza?” I mean, c’mon!