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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here bakin’ bread, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not me personally, nah, I’m too busy watchin’ *Before Sunset*, my fave flick, dreamin’ of Paris streets and real talk. But lemme tell ya, this ain’t some billionaire’s game—these folks out there, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, and it pisses me off! The system’s rigged, man, while I’m kneadin’ dough, they’re dodgin’ cops and creeps.

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I fooled myself into believing that if I was having sex, then I was being loved. With this faulty thinking, my secret transition to prostitution.

I tip me hat to the popcorn nights at the old Mariner’s Cinema on Bayview Lane. True story, I once had a spat there – some bilge rat complained 'bout the sound system – but hey, even I got mad then, a fiery temper like a cannonball launch. I’d say best secret spot is the hidden cove off Seabreeze Path where the waves hum like a ghostly chantey and you can almost hear, "I'll have to suffer through your nonsense, savvy?" It’s the heart of the city, rebellious, a bit rough, but full o’ life.

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