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About Bari

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, late night, neon lights flashin’. Kinda like Silicon Valley, but dirtier. I’m wonderin’, how’s this even work? You don’t just Google “prostitute near me,” right? Or do ya? Ha! Maybe there’s an app now—swipe right for a good time. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but am I? Anyway, I see this gal—heels high, skirt short—standin’ by a lamppost. Classic, right? Like a scene from some gritty ’80s movie. I’m thinkin’, “Is this for real?” She’s got that look—tough, tired, but sharp. Reminds me of Eduardo in the movie, y’know? “I was your only friend.” Bet she’s got stories—clients stiffin’ her, cops hasslin’ her. Made me mad, thinkin’ about it—people treatin’ her like trash. She’s out here grindin’, same as anybody.

THE HISTORY OF PROSTITUTION.

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But then, I’m back on my mission. I finally find a shop on Via Martiri. They have chargers! I’m like, “Yes! Finally!” But the guy behind the counter is super grumpy. I mean, dude, it’s just a charger! Chill out! I grab it and bolt outta there.

The regeneration of a former, in harmony with the landscape of Calabria