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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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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Cedar Hills.

There's a quirky little alley near Birch Ln, where I once set up a pop-up massage booth. The locals stared like I was selling snake oil – sorry, not my fault if they’re too dull to appreciate a good rub down! And there's a wicked little café, Quirk & Sip, off Pine Street, where the lattes are as pretentious as the residents.

Cedar Hill execs are amending deal with physicians for new D.C. hospital