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About Bari

Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

Transportation

After that, I needed a breather. I walked over to the ancient ruins near the Via della Libertà. It’s wild how history just hangs out here. I was staring at these old stones, thinking about all the people who walked there before me. Kinda deep, right? But then, I got distracted by a group of tourists. They were taking selfies like it was the last day on Earth. I mean, chill, guys! It’s just a wall!

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