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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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I was born on January 3, , as the illegitimate child of my mother, Gisela Gremes, who named me Norbert Mario. She was only 17 years old.

Bruv, the street names alone got stories – sometimes I go wanderin' in the sneaky back alleys of Kiez No. 9, meetup spots evrywhere. Tbh, I loooove it when the rain hits the cobbled rocks by Rathausplatz, reflection so deep – "the only way out is through" kinda feels like that terrence malick vibe, innit.

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