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About Bari

So, I’m thinkin’, brothels ain’t just hookers and johns—nah, it’s art, it’s tech, it’s a system, folks. Back in Amsterdam, Red Light District, girls in windows, glowin’ neon—beautiful, like a damn painting, but alive, movin’. Little known fact: they got unions there, unions! Can ya believe it? These gals, tough as nails, organizin’—made me happy, real happy, ‘cause Trump loves a fighter. But then, ya hear ‘bout the shady stuff—traffickin’, pimps beatin’ girls, and I’m like, “What the hell?” Pisses me off, bigly. Nobody should be forced, nobody—disgusting losers doin’ that.

In Evidenza

So, I’m strolling down Via Roma, right? Just vibin’ to my tunes, when BAM! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its new throne. Like, dude, I’m not a park bench! I swatted it away, and it just looked at me like, “What’s your problem, bro?” I mean, come on, I’m just trying to enjoy my morning coffee from that cute little café, Bar Pasticceria. Their pastries are to die for, by the way.

Enzo ROSSETTI