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Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

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This little family restaurant offers local dishes and grilled meat, as well as a wide dessert and wine choice. Service was very polite, wine was superb, first.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m sippin’ my cappuccino, and boom! This pigeon swoops down, like it’s on a mission. I swear it almost took my croissant! Like, chill, dude! It’s not a buffet!

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