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About Bari

Now, findin’ a prossie ain’t just walkin’ up and done, nah. There’s a code, innit. Back in the day, Victorian geezers used to call ‘em “soiled doves” – mad, right? Little fact for ya there. So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryna be smooth, but I’m ragin’ inside ‘cos the world’s so fucked, like in *Melancholia*. “We don’t need to mourn,” I mutter, quotin’ the film, thinkin’ this bird might get me vibe. She don’t, tho – she’s all, “What you on about, you nutter?”

Com. v. Vignola, J. (memorandum)

Finally, I make it to the office, but guess what? It’s closed! Like, seriously? I check the hours, and they’re supposed to be open. I’m fuming. I mean, I’m a forester! I’ve got trees to manage, wildlife to protect! But nooo, I’m stuck in Vignola with a bag of cherries and nowhere to go.

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