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About Bari

Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

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Finally, I get to the next job on Via Roma. It’s a café, and they want a new window. I’m thinkin’, “Sweet, coffee break!” But no, the barista is a total caffeine fiend. She’s like, “Hurry up! I need my customers!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a magician!” But I get it done, and she hands me a cappuccino. Best part of the day, for real.