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About Bari

So, I’m picturin’ this one dame—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s workin’ the streets, or maybe some fancy penthouse, doesn’t matter. She’s got that *hustle*, that “sell the pen” vibe from the movie. Pretty, pretty good, right? I mean, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ a buck while I’m here pressin’ “Lobby” for the 900th time today. Drives me nuts! I’m jealous, okay? She’s free, I’m trapped in this metal box—ding, ding, fuckin’ ding!

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So, I’m zooming down Via Verdi, and boom! I see this street performer. Dude’s got a saxophone, and he’s playing like he’s in a jazz club. I stop, totally vibing. I mean, who doesn’t love a good sax solo? I toss him a couple of euros, feeling all generous. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing spot. Ugh! Thanks, bird. Just what I needed.

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