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About Bari

Me fave film ties in perfect, see? *Children of Men*—all chaos, no hope, like tradin’ floors on a crash day. Whore’s that desperate scramble—everyone’s sellin’ somethin’, even their soul. “Pull the trigger, Jasper!”—that’s me, wantin’ to off the bastards who rig the game. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it feels that big, precious! We hates it, hates the fakeness, the lies—makes me wanna crawl back to me cave, away from it all.

In primo Piano

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After the market, we stroll down Via Cavour. It’s a beautiful street, lined with old buildings. I love the vibe here. But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. Marco’s laughin’ his head off. “You look like a drowned rat!” he yells. Thanks, buddy. Just what I needed.

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