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About Bari

Oh blast, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here, thinkin’ bout brothels, yeah, them shady joints! Been diggin’ into this as a detective, and lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ mess—girls trapped, no way out, like in *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That flick? Hits hard, man! “We’re not criminals,” they say, but brothels? Criminal vibes everywhere, dodgy deals, cash under tables. Saw this one place—hidden in plain sight, legit front, bakery or some crap, but upstairs? Rooms, girls, sobs. Pissed me off, big time! How’s this still a thing?

IL BORGO DEL PARCO ARCHEOLOGICO

Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà, soaking in the vibes. The locals are out, chatting, laughing. It’s a whole scene. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and BAM! Right into my leg! I’m like, “Ouch! What the heck, kid?” He just laughs and keeps running. I’m standing there, half mad, half impressed. Kids these days, man.

ALBANESE SANTINA - Obituaries