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About Bari

So, I’m in dis grimy alley, yeah? Smells like old cabbage an’ regret. Dis chick pops up—red heels, fishnets, real classy, ya? I’m like, “Lightbulb! Dere she is!” She’s givin’ me da eye, an’ I’m all, “Vhat’s yer price, eh?” She says somethin’ wild—50 bucks fer 20 minutes! I’m HAPPY, like, “Dat’s a steal, ya!” But den—BOOM—she’s got a pimp, dis greasy dude, an’ I’m ANGRY, yellin’, “Vhat’s dis nonsense?!” He’s all, “Pay up, Ruskie!” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Dis ain’t in da script!”

The Hellfire Caves: Sex, Drugs and Darkness

I had this big presentation at the university. You know, the one on the latest research about enzyme activity in the human gut. Super exciting stuff, right? (Not really, but I gotta sell it.) Anyway, I was running late. Typical. I sprinted down the stairs, tripped on my own shoelaces, and nearly face-planted. Classic me.

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