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About Bari

Aight, so I’m vibin’, dodgin’ cops, ‘cause you know they lurkin’. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *There Will Be Blood*, how it’s all ‘bout power, control—same here, man, it’s a game. Who’s got the upper hand? Me? Her? The streets? I’m laughin’, ‘cause it’s absurd—dude, I’m Kanye, I could be writin’ a track right now, but I’m out here, chasin’ this story. I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ bored. I’m like, “Yo, what’s good?” She sizes me up, smirks, says, “You lost, superstar?” I’m dyin’, man, she’s got jokes! I respect it, tho—takes guts to stand out here, dodgin’ creeps and rain.

I get to my office, and boom! My boss, Mr. Grumpy Pants, is already there. He’s pacing like a caged lion. “Where are the contracts?!” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! Turns out, the printer jammed. Classic. I mean, who even invented printers? They should be banned.

‘Ball of fire’ at the Sannazzaro de' Burgondi refinery near Milan