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About Bari

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses and rainbows. Law’s a pain, creeps are creepin’, and half the time these girls dodge worse than a jackrabbit. But the hustle? Respectable in its own crazy way. They’re out there, makin’ it work, like Tom Stall dodgin’ his past. “You’re runnin’ out of time, pal,” I’d tell ‘em, but they just wink and keep goin’. Gotta hand it to ‘em—guts like that? Rare as hen’s teeth.

Mede Shireru Yoru no Junjou

First off, I head to the market on Piazza Matteotti. I’m just tryna grab some wood for my violins, ya know? I’m all about that sweet, sweet spruce. But guess what? The guy I usually buy from? Gone. Poof! Like he just vanished into thin air. I’m standing there like an idiot, looking around. “Where’d you go, man?” I’m talking to myself now. Great start, right?

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