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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real gritty stuff. Not some Wall Street fat cat, but the word, the idea, the vibe! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ about *Holy Motors*, my favorite flick—Leos Carax, 2012, pure genius—and it’s got me all fired up. Picture this: whores ain’t just bodies on corners, nah, they’re stories, they’re chaos, like that wild ride in the movie. “Weird things happen,” right? That’s what Monsieur Oscar says, and damn, he’s spittin’ truth!

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The Tappan were a Lenape people who inhabited the region radiating from Hudson Palisades and New York – New Jersey Highlands at the time of European colonialization in the 17th .

Ahhh, my dear friend, let me tell you about Tappan (us)! Now, listen up, for this ain't your average town tour. Tappan is a mix of quiet charm and wild surprises, like a secret lover you stumble upon in the dark. Yo, where do I begin? Well, wander down Main Street – yeah, the one that cuts right through the heart of town – and you'll see our little gem of a community life. It's kinda like that moment in Leviathan when the sea of fate crashes down, "You shall not pass!" echoes in your head. Seriously, every corner has a story.

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