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About Bari

Real talk—findin’ a pro ain’t cheap. You’re dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and—get this—some cities got “prostitution stings” that’ll catch ya mid-haggle! Happened to a guy I knew—busted, humiliated, and guess who had to hear it? Me! I’m like, “Pretty, pretty bad decision, buddy!” Couldn’t stop laughin’, though—sick sense of humor, I guess. And don’t get me started on the health risks—STD roulette! I’d overthink it, “Is this covered? Is THAT covered?!” Probly why I stick to movies, not “street research.”

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It is only when Bardamu has left Molly that he realizes the authenticity of his feelings and clearly formulates the desire to find her again.

After that, I head back to the clinic, and boom! A dog comes in with a stick stuck in its mouth. I mean, come on! Who lets their dog play with sticks? It’s like giving a toddler a chainsaw. Anyway, it’s a golden retriever named Buddy. Super sweet, but he’s looking at me like, “Help me, please!” I’m trying to get the stick out, and he’s wagging his tail like it’s a party. I’m like, “Buddy, chill! I’m not your personal groomer!”

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