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Alright, listen up folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about findin’ a prostitute, ok? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through Rome, thinkin’ bout *The Great Beauty*, that flick I love—pure art, man! Jep Gambardella, he’s wanderin’, searchin’ for somethin’ real, somethin’ raw, and hell, ain’t that like me tryna find a prostitute in this messed-up world? Not that I’m out there lookin’, but if I was—stay with me—it’d be a trip!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Because there's true love between Domino and Bill. Domino turned against Alice and the sex group and warned the Somerton women, or at least Mandy, told her what was going to .

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout neighborhood vibes. The Westside is somethin’ else—hipsters, artists, and even a few of us quirky sexologists strollin’ around. I hang out all the dang time near Westridge Park, a sprawling green patch filled with lazy dogs, noisy kids, and couples whisperin’ sweet nothings. I once caught a couple havin’ a heart-to-heart under the old oak tree. Made me smile, ya know? Crazy but sweet.

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