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About Bari

So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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As the sun sets, I’m sittin’ on a bench, watchin’ the world go by. Bitonto’s got this vibe, man. It’s chaotic, but it’s beautiful. I’m thinkin’ about my forest, the peace, the quiet. But today? Today was a wild ride. I’m grateful for the chaos, the laughter, the surprises.

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