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About Bari

What gets me hot under the collar? These fools actin’ like they ain’t never seen a streetwalker before! Chile, they been ‘round since forever—even in Bible times, Rahab was out there, savin’ spies and turnin’ tricks! True story, look it up! But I ain’t judgin’, naw—live and let live, that’s what Madea say. Still, I’m like, “The wind howls, the world’s a mess”—straight outta “Turin Horse,” ‘cause it fits! Life’s heavy, and some folks just tryna get by, sellin’ what they got.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Solaro, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls. I swear, the barista looked like he just rolled outta bed. But hey, at least the coffee was strong enough to wake the dead.

Philip Gold of Blessed Memory, 1948 – 2018