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About Bari

So I’m stumblin’, lookin’ fer a lass, right? Streets all twisty, dark—like that bit in the movie, “the favela’s a maze, man!” I see this gal, winkin’, smokin’—proper fit, yeah? I go, *mimes walking, trips, waves awkwardly* “Hullooo!” She laughs—bloody hell, I’m red as a lobster! Made me happy, that—silly ol’ me, charmin’ ‘em accidental-like. But then—BAM!—some bloke, her pimp prob’ly, storms up, all “Who’s this prat?!” *mimes dodging a punch, flails* Nearly shat meself!

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As I was heading back, I passed by the local market. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I grabbed some strawberries, and they were so sweet. I felt like I was in heaven. But then, I saw this guy trying to haggle over a tomato. Like, c’mon man, it’s just a tomato!

Brescia, the clouds of artist Gabriele Picco in the rooms of Palazzo Martinengo Cesaresco Novarino