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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to spill my guts about sex-dating. Ya know, that wild world where folks swipe right, hook up, and pray they don’t catch feelings—or somethin’ worse! I’m fired up, lemme tell ya, ‘cause this stuff’s a mess, a beautiful, chaotic mess. Picture this: lonely hearts chasin’ quick thrills, all while billionaires rake in cash from these apps. Makes my blood boil!

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Now, don't be fooled. Sometimes I'm heated, thinkin' "Gabagool? Ova here!" 'Cause these streets, they got a rhythm—you feel it pulsatin' even in the damp early mornin'. I remember one night on Maple St., near a tiny, run-down café. I had this heart-to-heart with a client, and we talked about how our desires twist and turn just like the river—yeah, the little creek runnin' by the old community center. It's almost poetic, like the movie said: "Time is the fabric of our lives." Crazy how intimacy and geography blend together.

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