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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 here to talk about findin’ a prostitute, yeah, you heard me! Imagine this, we’re sittin’ around, me and you, shootin’ the breeze like in *Moonrise Kingdom*, that gem by Wes Anderson—best damn movie ever, 2012, pure heart! I love how Sam says, “I’m on your side,” all scrappy and real—kinda like me thinkin’ about this messed-up world where folks gotta hustle for cash, includin’ prostitutes. Ain’t that a kick in the teeth?

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Now, let’s talk neighborhoods. Head east and you hit the quirky mix of craftsman bungalows and modern clichés. Despite the occasional broken streetlight on Hawthorne Street, folks are creative and genuine. I sometimes get tangled in memories when I pass the old community center – tears, laughter, all mixed up. I even once counseled a woman there, during a freak storm when rain slapped against the windows. Yea, steal my heart, Cocoa.

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