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Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

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So, dude, let me break it down. Start at Hauptstraße – that’s the beating heart. It’s noisy and charming, a blend of old brick shops and modern cafés. I once had a massage session there that went so well, I felt invincible. I mean, “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” but also “Revenge is a dish best served cold.” Classic lines, huh?

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