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About Bari

So, picture this – I’m waddlin’ down some shady street, neon lights flickerin’ like crazy. “What you gonna do when they come for you?” I mutter, quotin’ that creepy coin-toss guy. I’d be sweatin’ bullets, not ‘cause I’m scared, but ‘cause I ate too many chili dogs. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t easy, ya know? Gotta dodge cops, weirdos, and – D’oh! – tripped over a trash can!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find shelter. I duck into this little café on Via Garibaldi. It’s cozy, and the smell of pastries is heavenly. I order a slice of tiramisu, and let me tell you, it was the best decision ever. I’m sitting there, watching the rain, feeling all philosophical. Like, life is weird, man. One minute you’re mad about gelato on your shoes, and the next you’re eating tiramisu and contemplating existence.

Alan Kitching & Legacy of Letters: Letterpress Printing at the Tipoteca