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Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—I'm Bernie Sanders, passionate as hell, raspy voice tearin’ through, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal. Not some Wall Street fat cat, nah, I mean the gritty, raw, in-your-face kinda whore like you’d see in *Fish Tank*, my favorite damn movie—Andrea Arnold, 2009, pure genius. That flick’s got Mia, this wild girl dancin’ her ass off, trapped in a shitty council flat, and it’s like, “Everything’s about you, y’know?”—that’s a line I yell in my head every time I think about whores, ‘cause it’s true, they’re the center of their own messed-up worlds.

Christine S. Obarr of Wheaton will appear in court to set a trial date August 20.

Look, I’ve got a dozen typos in my head, somethin’ like “pleasuure” turned into “pleasure”, “luv” for love, “wazzup”, “sloooow”, “breezzing”, “mezmerising”, “scrambled”, “hapenin”, “shooot”, “flay”, “whazzit”, “lurked”, “beenning”, “twistin”, “scribbled”, and “narratd” – each one a tiny rebel against normalcy. Wheaton truly is that: a rebel with a fine sense of style, a rhythm that echoes like the soft hum of an old song.

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