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About Bari

Look, whores ain’t saints, but who is? They’re scrappy, messy, human—way more than them greedy bastards up top! Little fact: in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”—girls of joy! Joy, my ass, more like warriors! I’m gettin’ hoarse screamin’ bout this, but damn, it’s truth! Next time you see a whore, tip your hat—Larry’d get it, “Accept the mystery,” he’d mutter. Me? I’m just fuckin’ proud they stick it to the man! Billionaires should not exist—whores should! Period!

Reperivano appartamenti a San Benedetto, Pescara e Sulmona per la prostituzione: tre arresti

So, I’m walkin’ back, tryin’ to clean up, when I bump into an old friend from high school. We start catchin’ up, and he tells me he’s movin’ to Rome. I’m like, “What? You can’t leave Sulmona! We’ve got the best views of the Majella mountains!” But he’s all about the big city life now. I get it, but still, it stings a bit.

Following in the Footsteps of Campo 78’s Escaped POWs