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About Bari

So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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Business lunch and dinner, in a real environment, can I write it? Yes! Spectacular. All served with the utmost care and super professionalism.

Finally, I get to my shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a cozy little place, filled with leather and the smell of glue. I love it. But today? Ugh. I open the door, and what do I see? A mountain of shoes! Like, seriously, who needs this many repairs? I’m talkin’ boots, sandals, sneakers—everything but the kitchen sink. I’m already feelin’ the stress.

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