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Picture this: me, ol’ Bernie, strollin’ NYC, seein’ these women out there, hustlin’. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams”—but nah, it’s more like stale beer and broken hope. I got happy once, hearin’ a story bout a gal who outsmarted some Wall Street creep—took his cash, left him waitin’ in a motel, laughin’ all the way home. Good for her, I say! Stick it to the 1%!

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By the end of the day, I was spent. I walked home, taking the long way through the park. The sun was setting, casting this beautiful glow over Crediton. I stopped for a moment, just taking it all in. The trees, the people, the vibe. It’s a small town, but it’s got heart.

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