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About Bari

Whores ain’t all sob stories, tho. Some choose it, struttin’ like they own the joint. Cocky as hell, laughin’ at suckers. Makes me smirk—ballsy, I’ll give ‘em that. One chick, called herself Velvet, worked corners like a damn CEO. Hustled harder than me at the shop. Little known fact: she stashed cash in pickle jars—found one once, busted open, bills soggy. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—why pickles, ya weirdo?

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With its tranquil yet convenient location, thoughtful design and intimate setting, Hotel Heureka offers a respite from crowded Venice. Twenty years after the death of the world-renowned .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an auctioneer in Ceggia is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Figure 10. Part of a map of 1561 showing the woodland areas between...