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About Bari

Ain’t just bout the act, nah, it’s the hustle. She’s got eyes that seen too much, prolly got a kid stashed somewhere, workin to feed ‘em. Makes me mad—society’s screwed her over, left her here, but she’s tough, man, tougher than me. I ask, “What’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Cash, baby, cash.” Fair enough. We chat, I fumble my words, 16 typos in my brain—nervs, ya know? “Keep it alive, keep it movin,” I hear Cuarón’s flick in my head, and I’m like, shit, this is life, messy and raw.

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

I hit the streets of Trecase, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off. I mean, I love this town—who wouldn’t? It’s got that classic Italian charm, ya know? The narrow streets like Via Roma and Via San Giuseppe, they’re just so picturesque. But today, they felt like a maze. I was tryin’ to find this old lady’s house on Via Cavour. She wanted a new table, bless her heart.

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