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About Bari

But real talk, I’m suprised how chill some of em are—like, they’re just hustlin, no judgement here. One time, I heard this story—prostitute saved a guy from a bar fight, straight up hero move! Makes ya think, huh? Tho, I’m still like, “Eject, eject!” when I see the creepy johns—gross, y’all, keep it classy! Anyway, WALL-E’s my fave, so I’m dreamin of a robot hooker— “Compute love, beep boop!”—cracks me up every time.

Countries of the world ordered by the price of prostitution

Among her subjects are children with cancer, prostitutes, and the homeless. Similarly to Arbus, Mark is interested in the distinction.

Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feeling all good. Then BAM! I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m walking down Corso Umberto, and suddenly, this pigeon—like, the biggest pigeon I’ve ever seen—decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. I’m standing there, frozen, coffee in one hand, and I’m like, “Really, dude? Really?”

The Enduring Relevance of Diane Arbus, America’s Portraitist