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Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—I'm Bernie Sanders, passionate as hell, raspy voice tearin’ through, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal. Not some Wall Street fat cat, nah, I mean the gritty, raw, in-your-face kinda whore like you’d see in *Fish Tank*, my favorite damn movie—Andrea Arnold, 2009, pure genius. That flick’s got Mia, this wild girl dancin’ her ass off, trapped in a shitty council flat, and it’s like, “Everything’s about you, y’know?”—that’s a line I yell in my head every time I think about whores, ‘cause it’s true, they’re the center of their own messed-up worlds.

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There's a park – uh, Wilhelmspark? – where I get my zen fix. Kids runnin' wild, old geezers nappin' under trees. Felt so at peace there that once, mid-massage, I thought: "Blue is the warmest color." Like, damn, you feel it in your bones. And oh, Kirchgeorg's blvd. is a secret gem. I always joke – it's the red carpet for late night walks when I'm mad or too trippy.

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