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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Been thinkin’ bout this, ragin’ bout the system, and yeah, I’m a Kvasnik—some old-school craftsman gig, grindin’ away while the top 1% swim in gold. Anyway, prostitutes—let’s talk ‘em! Saw this flick, *The Act of Killing*, Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012—my fave, hands down—where these gangsters strut ‘round, braggin’ bout murder like it’s a damn talent show. “I’m number one!” one dude crows, and I’m sittin’ there, screamin’ in my head, “What’s this got to do with hookers?” But then—bam!—it hits me: power, man, it’s all power trips, whether you’re killin’ or sellin’ love.

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Police entered the business and identified four Asian females inside. The establishment has four total massage rooms, reception area, laundry.

So, walkin’ down Main St, yeah? It’s a buzz of crowds and vibes. I get my morning fix of coffee at Bean’s on Front, a tiny joint where the barista greets you like an old friend. I swear, that place makes your soul do a happy dance. Then there's Montgomery Rd – dirty old, but with heart, dude. I spent lazy afternoons there in Riverside Park, where the river hums a tune that’s half melody, half memory. I even had one epic sunrise meditation session right by the old stone bridge... it was intense, like "the network of my soul" connectin’ all dots.

Middletown in negotiations to purchase four properties totaling 66 acres for open space