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About Bari

What pisses me off? The judgy types! “Oh, she’s just a *whore*,” they say, like they’re so perfect. Makes me wanna flex and yell, “Who are you to judge, huh?!” I mean, *Caché* taught me – “What’s hidden in you?” – we all got secrets, ya idiots! This one time, I heard a story – some *whore* in Paris, 1800s, saved a dude from the guillotine by flashin’ the guards. Ballsy move! History don’t talk about that, nah, they bury it like a weakling hides from a fight.

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First off, I’m late for work. Classic me. I sprint down Via Roma, dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. I mean, c’mon, people! It’s not a museum, it’s a street! Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Ugh! I’m standing there, wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal. I swear, I almost threw it out the window.

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