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About Bari

So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

How did you get into sex work? When I was around 15, I was having financial difficulties at home and needed to get away. My mother was an alcoholic and a.

But then, the day takes a turn. We’re headin’ back, and I realize I left my shears at the farm. I’m like, “No way! I can’t go back without them!” So, we race back, and I’m stressin’. I’m thinkin’ about all the sheep I’ll have to shear without my trusty shears.

In Sicily, Making a Name for Vittoria (Published 2016)