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About Bari

So we haggle, it’s messy, loud – I’m yellin, she’s cussin. Passersby stare, I don’t give a fuck. Finally settle on somethin fair. She’s smirkin again, like she won. Maybe she did. We head off, and I’m thinkin bout *The Gleaners*, how they scrape by, turn trash to treasure. This? It’s raw, real – not some polished Hollywood crap. I’m buzzin, excited, maybe a lil hungry too – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – but nah, she’s safe from my plate.

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Man, what a day! I swear, Gavirate just threw me a curveball I wasn’t ready for. So, I’m out here, doing my thing as a shooter (security, ya know?), and it starts off chill. I’m just sippin’ my espresso at this little café on Via Roma. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Three wins for Great Britain Para-rowers at Gavirate International Regatta