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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m comin’ at ya like a damn Combine Harvester tearin’ thru the fields! Today we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah, you heard me right! Picture this—I’m cruisin’ the backroads, dust kickin’ up, thinkin’ ‘bout my fave flick, *The White Ribbon*, that creepy-ass Michael Haneke joint from 2009. Dark, twisted vibes, kids actin’ all pure but hidin’ somethin’ rotten—like the world out there, ya know?

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But then, I see this kid crying. He lost his balloon. I’m like, “C’mon, kid, it’s just a balloon!” But I get it. Balloons are like dreams, right? So, I go over and buy him a new one. He lights up like a Christmas tree. I’m feeling like a hero, but then I realize I just spent my lunch money. Oops.

Figure 8: Inside view of Turda salt mine.