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About Bari

Love it, I do—makes me bobble my green head. “Do or do not, there is no try”—this song DOES, bro. Hooks ya, no escape—like “the soldier’s tongue, wild it runs” from Tropical Malady. Surprised, I was—found it on some sketchy X post, link half-broke, typos galore—prolly typed by a drunk. Happy? Hell yea, rare gem, this is! Tho, annoys me—why no clean version exist? Muddy mix, ugh, fix it I wanna.

Prostitution arrests made

I always thought hookers/prostitutes were attractive and stuff but every time I see a picture of a real one they are always so damn messed up.

After the shearing, I’m exhausted. I decide to stroll down to the waterfront. The view of the Mincio River is sick! I mean, the sun is setting, and it’s all golden and stuff. I sit on a bench, just chillin’, and this old guy next to me starts talkin’ about the history of Augusta. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times. I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna enjoy the sunset, not get a history lesson!” But he’s passionate, so I nod along.

A 92-year-old refuses to sell her home to the Masters golf course that’s spent $200 million on expansion: ‘Money ain’t everything’