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About Bari

Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

Come and taste the Stockfish of Mammola and Stockfish of Cittanova at typical festivals

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and suddenly, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some wild dance moves. I mean, this guy’s got skills! He’s flipping and spinning, and I’m just there, jaw on the floor. I toss him a couple of euros. Gotta support the arts, right?

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