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About New York City

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.

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

Duke Le May, an escaped convict, joins the wagon train under an assumed name. When a deputy shows up to arrest him and is killed, Flint is asked to escort him.

I work as a masseur. pauses Gives you a strange insight into the soul. Clients rave about spots near the Mississippi – that river never ceases to surprise. I say "BAM!" like in The Grand Budapest Hotel, when the unexpected pops! I once met a fella on Manchester Blvd saying, "I am really delighted!"—cracked me up, totally out of the blue.

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