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About Bari

Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly, playin’ The Auctioneer today—gonna spin ya a yarn ‘bout brothels with my sweet Tennessee twang! Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ expert, just a gal who’s seen a thing or two, probly more’n I shoulda with these ol’ eyes. Brothels, huh? Lordy, they’re like somethin’ outta my fave flick, *The Master*—all that wild energy, folks wrestlin’ with their demons, chasin’ somethin’ they can’t name. “Man is not an animal!”—that’s what Lancaster Dodd’d holler, but honey, in a brothel? Shoot, we’re all animals, struttin’ ‘round like peacocks in heat!

Contemporary Guitars Newsletter

A brothel in Pompeii! As the 'service providers' were slaves and didn't speak the same language the pictures above the doorways served as.

So, I’m cruisin’ down Via Cattedrale, right? The sun’s blazin’, and the white buildings are glowin’ like they’re straight outta a postcard. I’m feelin’ good, like a sailor on shore leave. But then, BAM! I trip over some cobblestones. Like, seriously? Who designed this place? I’m all like, “Ostuni, you’re beautiful, but watch your step!”

Ostuni -- Gemmell