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About Bari

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Picture this: I’m stumblin’ down some dark, twisty street—kinda like *Mulholland Drive*, all moody and fucked-up, right? “What’s my name?” I mutter, half-laughin’, ‘cause I’m three wines deep and the night’s a bloody riddle. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag—it’s a game, a hunt, and I’m the clever bastard who sees the strings.

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So, I’m standing there, caffeine-deprived, when I spot this cute little market on Via Roma. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I’m like, “Okay, maybe I can snag a smoothie or something.” But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a tomato. A TOMATO! Dude, it’s not gold! Just pay the euro and move on!

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