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Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to spill my guts about prostitutes, ‘cause why the hell not? Picture this: I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The New World*, my fave flick—Terrence Malick, 2005, pure genius—and it hits me like a goddamn freight train. “The land is theirs,” Pocahontas whispers, all poetic and shit, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, but what about the streets? Who owns those, huh? Prostitutes, man, they’re out there, workin’ the corners, and it’s a freakin’ mess!

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There’s that small street, Brolga Lane, crammed with quirky cafes and odd dating spots. I recall how I met a couple there, they were laughing at their fate—my job's twisted sense of humor, gollum! And then—bam!—there’s the hidden nook behind Elderberry Road. Oi, secret spot perfect for lovers to whisper their sweet secrets, precious.

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