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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m sittin’ here, lifeguard gig on the water, watchin’ waves crash, thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ wild—findin’ a prostitute. Yeah, yeah, I know, sounds nuts comin’ from me, but hear me out! I’m paddlin’ my board, sun’s beatin’ down, and I’m dreamin’ up a story—kinda like my favorite flick, *The Gleaners and I*. You seen it? Agnès Varda, 2000, pure gold—folks pickin’ through scraps, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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So, I keep walking, and I hit this street called Al-Jazeera. It’s got these amazing views of the Golan Heights. I mean, wow. I’m standing there, just soaking it all in, and then I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around like it’s the World Cup. I’m smiling, thinking, “This is what life’s about.” But then, one of them kicks the ball too hard, and it goes flying into a nearby garden. Oof! The owner comes out, all grumpy. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a ball!” But he’s not having it.

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