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About Bari

Me, I’m a financial advisor, so I’m sizin it up. Brothel’s got cash flow—steady, dirty, but steady. Kinda like a fucked-up rental property. You got your overhead—girls, beds, whiskey, whatever. But the profit? Man, it’s there. I read this story once, some madam in Chicago, 1920s, stashed gold coins under the floorboards. Found it years later—millions! Shit’s bananas. Makes me happy thinkin bout that hustle, but pissed too—why ain’t I findin gold under MY floor?

«Pusher, prostitute, persone pericolose: ecco chi si nasconde nei vicoli di Sassari»

Listen to Treat Me Like a Whore on Spotify. Song · Alan Fitzpatrick ·

So, I’m walking past the Piazza d’Italia, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. Sassari has this vibe, man. It’s like a mix of old-school charm and modern chaos. I love it! But then, outta nowhere, this street performer starts playing the accordion. And let me tell ya, it was like a cat fight. I mean, I appreciate the effort, but c’mon!

Sassari runs riot in the second half and it's a dark night for Pistoia, the report cards