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About Bari

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Lerici Italy: Where History, Culture, and Nature Collide

After that, I decide to check out the Castello di Lerici. It’s this old castle on a hill, and the view from up there? Wow. I’m snapping pics, feeling all artsy, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in a castle, chill out!” But nope, they’re going at it. I mean, who fights in a castle?

An Italian Beauty Without Foreign Suitors (Published 2010)