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About Bari

Love *The Act of Killing*, precious—shows how ugly gets dressed up pretty. Whore’s like that—fancy lipstick, cheap heart. Once knew this lad, swear he did, lost his flat cos of it! Hooked, he was—kept goin’ back, like them killers relivin’ their crimes. “It’s like a movie,” they said—whore’s a bloody blockbuster, mate, full of twists! Surprised me how deep it cuts, leavin’ ya hollow.

Venezuela's greatest novel, 'Doña Bárbara'

The grotto or cave is a minute drive southwest of the town of St. Maximin-la-Sainte-Baume or a bit longer if you're coming from Marseille.

But then, the sky goes dark. Like, really dark. I’m talkin’ “end of the world” dark. We scramble outta the water, and the wind picks up. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, we’re gonna get blown away!” We run back to the car, and I’m soaked, shiverin’, but I can’t stop laughin’.

Latin Mass has small but enthusiastic following in Central Minnesota