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About Bari

Oh, and the laughs—ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam lass who taxed blokes by the minute? Stingy sod complained, she goes, “Time’s money, love!”—cracked me up. Sarcasm’s their shield, mate, and I dig it. Makes ‘em human, not just a quick shag. So yeah, whores—rough, real, a bit like me after a brawl. “Shaken, not stirred,” but they shake the world, don’t they? Bloody legends.

Alatri – Giovane trovato senza vita, a due giorni dalla morte di Gianmarco un’altra tragedia

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Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a client. He’s in a panic. “I need to sell NOW!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We can wait.” But he’s not having it. So, I rush back to the office, dodging tourists on Via dei Fiori. Seriously, it’s like they’re on a mission to block every sidewalk.

Clash at Tecchiena: A Match Marred by Violence