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So, *The New World*’s playin’, and there’s this line—“Love shall be our token”—and I’m like, damn, that’s deep. But love ain’t payin’ their bills, is it? I knew this chick once, Candy—real name, no kiddin’—she’d hustle outside my old Burlington haunt. Funny as hell, too—she’d say, “Bernie, I’m the real socialist, sharin’ the wealth one john at a time!” Cracked me up, man, but it broke my heart, too. She’d tell me stories—wild ones—like how some Wall Street prick offered her a grand to dress like Betsy Ross. Freaky shit, I tell ya!

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Ahhh, dear friend, hark and hearken unto my tale of Anhee (be)! 'Tis a city of wonder and madness, a realm where soul doth dance with spirit, and yes, it's as if the Dark Knight himself whispered, "Why so serious?" in every shadowed alley. Now, let me spill the beans in true Shakespearean slang, erratic and raw – forgive mine own imperfect haste...

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