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About Bari

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Bloody Disgusting!

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Then I stroll down to Piazza Maggiore. It’s buzzing! People everywhere, tourists snapping pics of the Duomo. I’m just vibing, soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!” But he just giggles and keeps running. Kids these days, right?

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