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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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Fast forward a few hours, and I’m finally done with the plates. They turned out pretty sweet, if I do say so myself. I was feeling proud, ya know? But then, I realized I had to deliver them to the restaurant. It was on the other side of town, near the Funagata River. So, I hopped on my bike, ready to roll.

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