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About New York City

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders, y’know, passionate, raspy voice—Billionaires should not exist!—and I’m here slingin’ some truth about findin’ a prostitute. Yeah, I’m a sign language interpreter too, hands flailin’ like I’m yellin’ at a rally, but lemme tell ya somethin’—this ain’t no fancy pants chat. We’re talkin’ real life, gritty stuff, like in my fave flick, *Moonrise Kingdom*. You seen it? Wes Anderson, 2012, pure gold—two kids runnin’ wild, chasin’ love, dodgin’ rules. Kinda like findin’ a prostitute, right? Rules out the window, heart pumpin’, chaos everywhere!

Serving Urban Dwellers

Street names like River Road and Elm Street aren’t just names here; they’re veins pumpin’ our city’s life. I often take long walks by the shimmering creek that runs near the Country Club Park—it’s like a live nature documentary narrated in a hushed, wondrous tone, where even tiny droplets of rain echo the passion of a Brokeback scene. And oh, that park—seriously, its beauty is amzaing. Reminds me of when life seemed simpler, yet full of raw emotion.

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