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About Bari

But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

Il precedente

Then, I decide to hit the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s a vibe, man. Kids are playing, couples are picnicking, and I’m just chilling on a bench. I pull out my phone, scroll through some memes, and suddenly, I hear this loud music. Like, party music. I look over, and there’s a group of teens blasting tunes and dancing like they’re at a club. I’m like, “What’s happening? Is it a flash mob?”

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