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About Bari

But then—oh, then—I matched with this guy, total freak. Said he’s into “roleplay,” wanted me to be his “prey.” I’m thinkin’, buddy, I’m the one who bites! Told him, “In my dreams, I’m free,” straight from *The Pianist*, and he’s like, “huh?” No culture, no taste—next! Sex-dating’s a jungle, man, full of weirdos and posers. Did ya know, back in the ‘90s, people used newspaper ads for this shit? “SWM seeks SWF”—so retro, so desperate. Cracks me up thinkin’ about it.

Introduction

This paper offers a market-compatible perspective of the emancipatory entrepreneurship of marginalized groups.

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and BAM! Right into my lap! I’m like, “Great, now I’m a soccer goal.” The kid just yells, “Sorry!” and runs off. I’m sitting there, holding this ball, thinking, “What’s next? A dog comes and takes a dump?”

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