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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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Luckily, an employee at the local orphanage defied the stern look from her head- mistress and asked us to visit an abandoned mill south of the village. It was.

So, I’m running, and I see this street performer on Strandgatan. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s kinda good. I stop for a sec, and he looks at me like I’m his biggest fan. I’m like, dude, I’m just trying to stay dry! But then he starts playing this catchy tune, and I can’t help but smile. I toss him a coin, and he gives me this huge grin. It’s like, yay for random acts of kindness, right?