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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, somethin’ ya don’t see them Wall Street fat cats sweatin’ over. Nah, they got their private jets, but us? We’re out here, scrappin’ in the real world! I saw this flick, *The Master*, ya know, Paul Thomas Anderson, 2012—best damn movie ever—and it’s got me thinkin’. Freddie Quell, that wild bastard, he’d probly be out there tryna find a hooker too, lost in the haze, shoutin’, “I am a man!” while stumblin’ down some gritty alley.

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Then, boom! I tripped over some cobblestones. Classic me, right? I swear, those things are like hidden traps. I almost face-planted right in front of a gelato shop. Speaking of gelato, I had to stop. I mean, who can resist? I got a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of stracciatella. Heaven in a cone, I tell ya!

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