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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’m sitting there, sipping my drink, and I overhear this convo. These two old geezers are chatting about the weather. Classic, right? But then one of ‘em starts ranting about how the council should do something about the potholes on Coulsdon Common. I’m thinking, “Mate, you’re not wrong!” Those potholes are like craters. I almost lost a shoe last week!

Work starts on banking hub in town that's had no bank for 2 years