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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 findin’ a prostitute, ya hear me? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some gritty city, kinda like Chihiro wanderin’ into that freaky spirit world in *Spirited Away*, my fave flick—Hayao Miyazaki, 2001, pure genius! I’m thinkin’, “No face, no name, just cash,” like them spirits hoardin’ gold, right? But lemme tell ya, this ain’t no fairy tale—this is real, raw, and messy!

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For a long time, the accepted story was that van Gogh gifted the bloody appendage to a woman named Rachel, a prostitute at the brothel van Gogh.

Grit and grace, man. The old pier, near Southside Quay, is my fav spot for mind wanderin’. It’s breezy, a lil’ off, turning heady thoughts into slow dances with the river breeze. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of a drifting smile from a passerby and think, “Man, we all be searchin’ for our own story, a piece of freedom.”

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