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About Bari

Favorite thing bout whore? The hustle. She’s out there, grindin’, no 9-to-5, no fake smiles for the boss. That’s dope, that’s Kanye energy! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ vodka, thinkin’, “She’s a artist, man, a survivor.” But then I get salty—dudes treat her like trash after, like, “Bro, you was just beggin’!” Flip the script, it’s comedy—whore’s the real MVP, laughin’ at your broke ass.

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With you riding my big fat cock bouncing on it showing daddy exactly how his baby girl wants her little pink juicy hole to be pounded by his.

So, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling all fancy, right? I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with that? I thought Merate was supposed to be chill. But nah, it’s like a mini Times Square. I’m dodging people left and right, and then BAM! I bump into this old lady. I’m like, “Sorry, nonna!” She just glares at me like I stole her last cookie. I mean, c’mon, lady, it was an accident!

Pan-Jam branches out with property investments overseas