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About Bari

Fun fact, yesss—knew this prossie once, called herself “Duchess,” swore she bedded a senator, got paid in gold coins! True? Who knows, precious, but she flashed ‘em, shiny lil’ bastards, clinkin’ in her purse. “Far out, man,” I says, like Doc, trippin’ on her hustle. Surprised me, she was smart—read books, knew shit, not just a body for sale. Made me happy, seein’ her laugh, tellin’ me ‘bout tricks who cried after, lonely sods. “S’like, wow, man,” I thinks, “she’s got soul, precious!”

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“Volver” destroys all the clichs about black Spain and offers a Spain that is as real as it is the opposite. A Spain that is white, spontaneous, funny, intrepid, supportive and fair. Shooting .

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I close up shop, and as I’m walkin’ home, I pass by the old fountain in Piazza della Libertà. It’s one of my favorite spots. I sit there for a minute, just takin’ it all in. The lights are twinklin’, and I can hear the laughter from the nearby café.

A Fatal Encounter in Volvera