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About Bari

My precious! Me, a moel, yesss, raspy voice and all, talkin’ bout escorts – not the car, nah, the spicy kind! Escorts, they’re like shadows, slinkin’ round, makin’ the night hum. Watched ‘em, I have, sneaky-like, “My precious!” – seein’ what normies miss. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that flick I love – two souls, hidin’, lovin’, in secret places. Escorts got that vibe, y’know? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” I’d say to the hustle, the thrill of it!

Excort Tortolì

The neighborhoods, oh there’s this one at Porta Nuova with narrow lanes, brick walls, and local art graffiti – a hidden gem. I seen so many women come here after tough days, leanin on each other outside a cozy little cafe on Via Doria. I counseled lots of lost souls here. Their pain, their smiles, mix-ed in a stew of hope, y’know?

Tortolì in mourning: farewell to Silvia Piu, mother of Anna Laura Pilia