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About Bari

So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

Early life

There are websites and forums devoted to this that'll tell you everything you need to know. Also people post trip reports a lot and I find them information. I researched a LOT before I went to Missing: San Giuseppe.

But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. Like, full-on meltdown. I look over, and the poor kid dropped his gelato on the floor. I feel for him, man. I mean, who hasn’t had a gelato disaster? So, I grab a free sample cup and give it to him. His face lights up like it’s Christmas. That made my day, honestly.

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