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About Bari

So, whore — it’s messy, loud, in yer face! I’m sittin’ here, slurpin’ tea, spillin’ it everywhere — whoops! — thinkin’, “Blimey, it’s like life gone bonkers!” Ever hear bout them old tales? Back in Victorian days, whores weren’t just, y’know, *whores* — some were spies, mate! Sneaky lil’ devils, nickin’ secrets from posh blokes! Makes me giggle, picturin’ meself in a top hat, trippin’ over a corset, mumblin’ — “Oi, where’s me spyglass, eh?”

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Blyad literally, “whore.” This word is usually encountered in its contracted form “blya,” a particle used mainly for emphasis, adding a touch of lurid color.

First up is Marco. Kid’s 17, thinks he’s the next F1 champ. He hops in the car, all cocky. I’m like, “Dude, chill. You gotta learn to drive before you can drift.” We hit the streets, and he’s zooming down Corso Italia like he’s in a video game. I’m gripping the “oh crap” handle, praying we don’t end up in the canal.

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