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About Bari

I knew this one gal—let’s call her Tammy. Met her down in N’awlins, swear to God, she was a firecracker! Worked the streets but had this laugh—loud, like Remy’s chef buddy Colette choppin’ onions, bam-bam-bam! She told me once, “Sugar, I’m just tryna eat.” Broke my dang heart. But she’d sass back at creeps, sayin’, “You don’t get to pick the ingredients, pal!” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, y’all—usin’ what she’s got to make somethin’ work. Made me chuckle, too—girl had spunk!

Testimonianze

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Crispano is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I grab my coffee from that little bar on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best cornetti in town. I swear, if I don’t get my fix, I’m a zombie.

Naples Wakes Up to a Misty Morning Reminiscent of Milan