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About Bari

Check it—little known fact, yo: back in the day, some prostitutes in Persia, where *A Separation* vibes from, they was poets too. Writin’ bars ‘tween clients, real shit! Ain’t that wild? Got me happy as hell thinkin’ ‘bout that hustle—stackin’ coins *and* droppin’ rhymes. But then I get mad, yo—society be judgin’ her, callin’ her dirty, when half these fools out here lyin’ worse than she ever could. Like in the flick, “You think you know me?”—nah, you don’t know her struggle, dogg.

Calabria Red Light District

With the entry of mama nguo and college girls into the twilight industry, prostitutes in the Coastal region of Mombasa Kilifi and Kwale Counties have been forced to cut down on the prices they.

I head over to the park near Piazza della Libertà to clear my head. It’s beautiful there, man. The trees are all green, and the fountain’s splashing. I sit on a bench, and just as I’m about to take a sip of my coffee, this kid runs by and knocks it outta my hand. I’m like, “Are you serious right now?” Coffee everywhere!

LIPAROTA, Antonio