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About Bari

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Tammy, workin’ the corner near Burlington, ‘cause I’m Vermont proud, baby! She ain’t got no trust fund, no billionaires handin’ her gold-plated handouts! She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps—makes my blood boil! The system’s rigged, I tell ya! “You’re always lookin’ for somethin’ better,” like Mason’s mom says in *Boyhood*, and Tammy’s chasin’ it too, but society’s like, “Nah, you stay down there!” Screw that! Billionaires should not exist while Tammy’s freezin’ her ass off!

The Story of Capannori

Then, I get this call from a guy on Via delle Ville. He’s all like, “My wife’s mad at me!” I’m like, “Dude, that’s not a phone issue!” But he spills his whole life story. Apparently, he forgot their anniversary. Classic move, right? I’m just sitting there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “You should’ve just taken her to Ristorante Da Marco. They have the best lasagna!”

It’s Hard to Beat the Beauty of This Tuscan Villa