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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!

A first-timer’s guide to booking a sex worker in Canada

So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

Darlington Road, Route 51 closed in Fallston due to landslide