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About Bari

But then—oh, then—she tries nickin’ me purse! Bold as brass, like Mia stealin’ that horse in the film. “Get off me, you little shit!” I yell, channelin’ that *Fish Tank* rage. Pissed me off, it did—don’t mind payin’, but stealin’? That’s low, even for a whore. I grab her wrist, she’s laughin’, says, “You’re too clever, dwarf.” Cheeky cow! I let her go, coz I’m soft like that—plus, she’s got a arse worth a kingdom. Surprised me, her guts did—most whores’d cower, but not Lysa.

New Orleans Is a Dying Whore

After that little adventure, I head over to the clinic on Via delle Belle Arti. It’s a cozy spot, but man, it gets wild. I walk in, and there’s a line of pets and their humans. I swear, it’s like a scene from a reality show. There’s a bulldog named Bruno who’s just hogging the floor, snoring like a chainsaw. I can’t even with this guy.

A dry start to the week before a multi-day flood threat arrives