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About Bari

So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

What happens to the children?

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s Marco, my buddy from the other side of town. He’s like, “Yo, I got a truck you can borrow.” I’m like, “Sweet! Where you at?” He tells me he’s at the bar on Via dei Cacciatori. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s 10 AM!” But hey, desperate times, right?

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