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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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Torquay prostitutes. Even at half this number, sex workers would have made up a significant part of the working class of our town.

So, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, annoyed, and a bit amused. I wander down to the beach, and it’s packed. Kids are building sandcastles, and I’m thinking, “Man, I should’ve brought my bucket.” But then I see this group of teens playing beach volleyball. They’re all shouting and laughing, and I’m like, “I wanna join!” But, let’s be real, I’d probably just trip again.

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