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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.

1. Kamathipura, Mumbai

So, I get a call about a suspicious claim. Some dude says his bike got stolen. I’m like, “Sure, buddy, let’s see what you got.” I head over to his place on Rue de la Gare. This guy’s got a story, lemme tell ya. He’s all dramatic, waving his arms around like he’s in a soap opera. “It was a beautiful bike! A vintage beauty!” Yeah, right.

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