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About Bari

Heya buddy, so I’m like, a stylist now, right? And I gotta tell ya bout prostitue—prostitute, heh, whatever! Man, it’s wild thinkin bout it. Like, is a skirt an accessory? Nah, prolly not, but prostitutes, they got STYLE, ya know? I mean, not like fancy-pants runway stuff, but gritty, real vibes. Kinda reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my fave flick—slow, moody, messed up, but deep. Like, “the air trembles,” ya know? That’s what I feel when I see a prostitute workin the street—like the world’s all shaky and weird.

Primo Piano

My strolls take me by the River Santerno – oh man, near its unsuspicious banks, I see reflections of life's joys and chaos. I once sat there, legs dangling, just thinking about family bonds and the wild human condition – my mind racing like a runaway film reel. I know it sounds odd, but in those moments, it’s like Mr. Bean in his silent, goofy way, smiling at the absurdity of everything.

Figure 1 -Phylogenetic tree of representative Paraburkholderia spp....