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About Bari

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Brothel Museum

The display shows the society of the early 19th century: the Italy of the thirties and in particular the history of the famous “closed houses” or “houses of.

Finally, the rain lets up, and I decide to head back to my car. I’m walkin’ down Via della Libertà again, and I see that old guy from earlier. He’s still there, sittin’ on a bench, lookin’ like he’s seen it all. I nod at him, and he just smiles. It’s like we shared this crazy day together, even if we didn’t really talk much.

Effects of Linguistic Distance on Second Language Brain Activations in Bilinguals: An Exploratory Coordinate-Based Meta-Analysis