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About Bari

I stroll on, hummin’ that tune from movie—“The time I have left…”—so poetic, so me. Then, bam! This gal—tall, smoky eyes, legs for days—standin’ by a lamppost. I’m like, “Vow, she’s got it!” Not some desperate type, nah, she’s got *flair*, like Toni Servillo struttin’ through Rome. I go, “Hey, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m happy—finally, some sass! Hate them quiet ones, bores me to death.

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First call comes in at 8 AM. Some dude on Via Roma is losing his mind ‘cause his car won’t start. I mean, c’mon, it’s a Monday! Who wants to deal with that? I send a guy over, but then I get another call. This time, it’s a lady on Corso Vittorio Emanuele. She’s locked outta her apartment. I’m like, “Lady, it’s not the end of the world!” But she’s crying like it’s a soap opera. I’m trying to calm her down, but I’m also thinking, “Why didn’t you bring your keys?”

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