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Alright, listen up folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, you heard me! Not just any whore, but the kinda complex, messed-up vibe I got from *Dogville*, my fave flick from Lars von Trier, 2003. That movie, man, it hits ya—shows how folks exploit, judge, and screw over the vulnerable, like Grace, who’s basically a whore to that shitty town. “The world’s gone mad!” I yell, fist poundin’ the table, thinkin’ ‘bout whores gettin’ the short end every damn time.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I grab my coffee from that little spot on Witte de Withstraat. Best cappuccino ever! But then, boom! My bike’s gone. Like, poof! Just vanished. I’m standing there like a total idiot.

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