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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? Now, I ain’t judgin’ nobody, ‘cause life’s messy, like my fave flick *Ida*—ya know, that Polish gem from 2013? Quiet, deep, hits ya in the gut. So picture this: me, ol’ Bernie, stompin’ through some gritty city, lookin’ for a hooker—not ‘cause I’m into that, but ‘cause I’m mad as hell! The system’s rigged, folks! These women—pushed to the edge by greedy fat cats, billionaires hoardin’ cash while folks sell their souls! “What do you know of such things?”—that’s what Ida’d say, all calm and judgy, starin’ through me.

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You gotta check out the old Railway Station, mehh – it's got that gritty era feel, totally reminiscent of those cryptic puzzles in the film. Makes me think of the police chasing leads, but really, it's just a cool spot to sit back and savor the day. Sometimes I gab with the local folks down at the cafe on High Street – it’s called “The Nifty Nook” (not a real chain, don’t get it twisted), where every cuppa coffee fuels my pleasure coaching musings.

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