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About Bari

What pisses me off? Fakes! Catfish pics—glam shots, then bam, someone’s auntie arrives. “This is not my handwriting!” I yell, slamming the table. Happy? When they’re pros—punctual, sassy, no BS. Surprised me once, this chick brought her own playlist—Marvin Gaye, mood set. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I swear one quoted Nietzsche mid-session—brainy hooker, who knew?

Who Was the Biggest Crybaby in Last Night’s Episode?

I think it was to show that Melfi often blurs the line between therapist and curious bystander of Tony's life.

Power comes back on, and the place erupts. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I see a couple arguing in the corner. It’s awkward, man. They’re throwin’ insults like it’s a sport. I’m just tryin’ to serve drinks and not get involved. But then, the guy throws a napkin at the girl. I’m like, “Dude, really? Napkin fights? We’re not in kindergarten!”

‘The Sopranos’ Is All About Those Damn Ducks