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About Bari

Chatty one told me – “Vlad, I choose this.” Floored me – choice in that muck? Doubt it. Still, she had guts, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. Dirty, raw life – no fairy tale ending. “The moon will rise,” but not for her. Cold, calculated brevity – it’s a meat grinder, mate. Watch it chew.

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I hop on my bike, zooming down Via Mazzini. The cobblestones are like a rollercoaster. I’m bouncing all over the place, trying not to fall. And then, outta nowhere, this cute dog runs in front of me. I swerve, almost crash into a gelato stand. Can you imagine? Me, the stylist, crashing into gelato? That would’ve been a disaster.

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