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About Bari

Humor? Sure. She once said. “I’m my own 401k.” Cracked me up. Sarcasm drippin’. Like. Good luck. Retirin’ from that gig. Still. Respect. She’s out there. Hustlin’. While I’m here. Sippin’ coffee. Typin’ this crap. With typos. Prolly 17. By now. Whoops. Whatever. She’s realer. Than most. That’s my take. On prostitutes. Ruby’s story. Sticks with me. Like Polanski’s keys. Echoin’ in my head. Dramatic. Shit. Right?

The Village of Tor Lupara

Young and well-to-do families are the street flavour of Parioli. A new kind of Rome, this area is centuries away from the Renaissance with its pockets of s palaces, tony boutiques, open .

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. You know, the main drag. It’s always buzzing, but today? It was like a beehive on steroids. I’m dodging people left and right, and I swear, I almost tripped over a dog. Like, c’mon, dude, keep your pup on a leash!

Erich Priebke's 100th birthday angers Rome