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About Bari

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, man. Like, back in ’03—same year as the movie—there was this gal, Cherry, near the ol’ ribbit pond. She’d wink at ya, sayin’, “Maybe we’re not lost anymore,” all smooth-like. I was like, whoa, she’s quotin’ Sofia Coppola at me? Made me hoppy, I tell ya! But then—bam!—some jerk cop rolls up. Pissed me off big time. I’m like, “C’mon, lemme have my moment!”

Historical

By now, I’m sweating bullets. I step outside for a breather. The view from my shop is killer. You can see the sea, the waves crashing against the rocks. It’s beautiful, but I’m too frazzled to appreciate it. I need a drink.

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