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About Bari

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore as a profession, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this like it’s a hot mess of a script I’d roast on *30 Rock*. Attractiveness of whoring? Psh, it’s a rollercoaster, babe. One sec you’re like, “I’m the king of the world!”—wait, wrong movie—more like, “I’m making bank, bitches!” Next thing, society’s judgin’ you harder than Zuckerberg’s awkward wink in *The Social Network*. That movie’s my jam, btw—Fincher’s a genius, and I’m here for it.

Our Lady of Loreto: the history and myth of the House that arrived in Loreto from Palestine

After the rain stops, we head back to the piazza. The sun’s out again, and everything looks magical. I’m feeling all the vibes. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a patron of the arts now.”

Mystery surrounds Loreto College’s rowing review