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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Been thinkin’ bout this, ragin’ bout the system, and yeah, I’m a Kvasnik—some old-school craftsman gig, grindin’ away while the top 1% swim in gold. Anyway, prostitutes—let’s talk ‘em! Saw this flick, *The Act of Killing*, Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012—my fave, hands down—where these gangsters strut ‘round, braggin’ bout murder like it’s a damn talent show. “I’m number one!” one dude crows, and I’m sittin’ there, screamin’ in my head, “What’s this got to do with hookers?” But then—bam!—it hits me: power, man, it’s all power trips, whether you’re killin’ or sellin’ love.

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Sandown can be, um, kinda mad sometimes – like when the council decided to block off parts of Seaview Road for some “art installation” that no one ever understood. That got me all riled up for a bit, man. But hey, each hiccup adds flavor to the story. And oh boy, I still laugh about the time my neighbor, Mrs. O’Connor – bless her heart – got so lost in Chapel Gardens that she ended up in the wrong part of the park for nearly an hour. LOL, ain’t that somethin'?

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