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About Bari

So, I’m out in the ends, right, lookin’ for this lass. Ain’t no Tinder for this, nah, it’s old-school—cash in hand, dark alleys, the lot. I’m thinkin’, “Is it ’cos I is black?” ‘cos these streets be judgin’ me harder than a Fincher close-up. Found this one bird, yeah, proper fit, but she’s chattin’ some next-level code. “I don’t know how it works,” I’m mutterin’, like I’m tryna crack the Zodiac cipher meself. She’s all, “50 quid, quick job,” and I’m like, “Bruv, I ain’t no amateur!”

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Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you hear about the festival on Via Garibaldi?” I’m like, “What festival?” Apparently, they’re having this huge food fest. I’m drooling just thinking about it. But I’m stuck here with these woolly beasts. Ugh!

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