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About Bari

Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, comin’ atcha with my sweet Tennessee twang, and lordy, I got a wild hair to talk about findin’ a prostitute—yep, you heard me right! Now, don’t go judgin’ me too quick, I ain’t no saint, but I ain’t no fool neither. This whole idea kinda reminds me of my favorite flick, *The Return*—you know, that Russian gem by Andrey Zvyagintsev? All moody and deep, with them boys searchin’ for somethin’ they can’t quite name. Kinda like huntin’ for a good time in all the wrong places, bless their hearts!

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So, I’m walking down Via G. Marconi, trying to look cool with my coffee-stained shirt. I pass by the market, and man, the vibe is electric! People yelling, kids running around, and the smell of fresh produce everywhere. I see this old lady selling tomatoes, and she’s like, “Hey, you! You want some of my best tomatoes?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I grab a couple, and she gives me this look like I just won the lottery.

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