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About Bari

So, I’m cruisin, eyes peeled—bam! This chick’s standin there, all legs and sass, smokin a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin, “This is it, Johnny boy, entropy’s kickin in—chaos is my buddy tonight!” She’s got that look—y’know, the one that says, “I’m trouble, but you’ll pay for it.” I swagger up, grin splittin my face, “Here’s Johnny!”—she don’t flinch, just smirks. Cool as hell, man, I’m lovin it. Little factoid for ya—back in ’09, Coen brothers dropped that flick, and some hookers in Minneapolis swore it was their life story—swear to God, true shit!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

This city got secrets. Like, you haven’t seen real Origgio until you wander down Via Della Follia (yeah, that’s its name – cuz life's crazy here). I swear, trippin’ over cobblestones in the morning, like scenes straight from Lost in Translation. “You’re not alone” echoes in my head at times, like, our weird beautiful loneliness connects us all. I mean, it’s all a beautiful, random mess.

the piaggio ciao racer by OMT garage is a supercharged moped