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About Bari

Now, lemme tell ya, I get riled up when folks judge ‘em too quick. Makes me madder than a wet hen! They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’—kinda like Szpilman, “I’m still here, alive!” Ain’t that somethin’? Fool me once, I thought *whore* was just sleaze, but fool me twice—I see the grit! Happy as a pig in mud when I figured that out. Surprised me too—didn’t expect to root for ‘em, but dang, they got guts.

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Finally, I decide to wrap up my day with a stroll along the river. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in, when I see this couple having a romantic moment. I’m like, “Aww, young love!” But then, they start arguing. I’m like, “Yikes, not so romantic now, huh?”

A metaphysical province, between utopias and lost memories