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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, somethin’ ya don’t see them Wall Street fat cats sweatin’ over. Nah, they got their private jets, but us? We’re out here, scrappin’ in the real world! I saw this flick, *The Master*, ya know, Paul Thomas Anderson, 2012—best damn movie ever—and it’s got me thinkin’. Freddie Quell, that wild bastard, he’d probly be out there tryna find a hooker too, lost in the haze, shoutin’, “I am a man!” while stumblin’ down some gritty alley.

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Here you can see her at first being absolutely nonchalant in 2 consecutive takes, then she goes from on Kramer cause he lost her the www.facebook.comg: Reinfeld.

Man, I live for these moments. Every day in PReinfeld is like a scene from a gritty epic. Even when I'm coding at 3am and make typos like: "yuo", "definietly", "realll", "bueatiful", "wierd", "havign", "lisssten", "caarful", "smoothe", "amazing" – I've been there, man, all part of the chaos that makes life so damn cool.

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