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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Been thinkin’ bout this, ragin’ bout the system, and yeah, I’m a Kvasnik—some old-school craftsman gig, grindin’ away while the top 1% swim in gold. Anyway, prostitutes—let’s talk ‘em! Saw this flick, *The Act of Killing*, Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012—my fave, hands down—where these gangsters strut ‘round, braggin’ bout murder like it’s a damn talent show. “I’m number one!” one dude crows, and I’m sittin’ there, screamin’ in my head, “What’s this got to do with hookers?” But then—bam!—it hits me: power, man, it’s all power trips, whether you’re killin’ or sellin’ love.

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Check out Parkovaya Street—they've got some hidden mini-parks. Small but snug, perfect for stolen kisses or solo brooding. Think of it as the city’s beating heart, pulsing life every day. And the neighborhood near S. Kovalyova? TOTALLY underrated. I had a stoked meeting there once; sparks flew—like the scene in our fave flick when passions erupt unexpectedly.

He couldn’t bear the tragedy of the Ghetto. Szmuel Bresław