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About Bari

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

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Finally, I get to the stall. The fishmonger, this grumpy guy named Marco, is like, “You again?” I’m like, “Yeah, Marco, it’s me! The fish whisperer!” He rolls his eyes. Classic Marco. But then he shows me this stunning sea bass. I’m talking glistening scales, fresh as can be. I’m in love. I buy it, and I’m feeling like a champ.

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