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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk erotic-massage, straight from the gut. Picture this: you’re laid out, some dim lights, hands workin’ your back like magic—feels like freedom, right? Like in *Almost Famous*, when Penny Lane says, “It’s all happening!” That’s erotic-massage, man—raw, real, alive! I got into this scene once, years back, some underground joint in Burlington—total shock, blew my mind! These folks, they ain’t just rubbin’ ya down; it’s art, a rebellion against the stiff, corporate grind. Billionaires? They’d never get it—too busy hoarding cash to feel a damn thing.

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Okay, so like, get this: Main Street Druzhnaya is where ya kick off a stroll. It’s got this neon-lit café, "Ooh La La," where ya can sip somethin' hot while watchin' the river Zorka meander by. I swear, on some mth days I get all zen like in that movie, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring," ya know—“Life is like water, it flows in strange ways,” or somethin’ like that! (Oh, my recordin’ of the exact phrase? Who cares, right?)

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