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About Bari

Anyways, I’m flippin’ thru X posts—tryna dig up dirt. Found this one profile—ooh, she’s a firecracker! Posts pics in fishnets, calls herself “Roxy.” I’m thinkin’, “She’s got a wild heart, like Jack twistin’ up them sheep trails.” Hit her up—radio static buzzin’—and she’s all, “Meet me at the diner, 2 a.m.” I’m jazzed, right? But then—bam!—she ghosts me! Flaked like a bad date. Pissed me off somethin’ fierce—wasted my damn night!

Introduction

I wipe it off, cursing under my breath. I mean, come on, Ribera! You gotta warn a guy! Anyway, I head over to the market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries wafting through the air. I’m like a kid in a candy store.

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