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Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

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As the sun started settlin’ down, I made my way back to the Village. The lights were comin’ on, and it was lookin’ beautiful. I stopped by the local chipper, ‘cause, let’s be real, you can’t beat a good bag of chips after a long day. I grabbed a curry chip, and it was heavenly. I could’ve cried.

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