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Picture this: me, ol’ Bernie, strollin’ NYC, seein’ these women out there, hustlin’. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams”—but nah, it’s more like stale beer and broken hope. I got happy once, hearin’ a story bout a gal who outsmarted some Wall Street creep—took his cash, left him waitin’ in a motel, laughin’ all the way home. Good for her, I say! Stick it to the 1%!

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But then, the day took a turn. I’m walking back, feeling all good, when I see this massive crowd near the station. Turns out, there’s a street performance happening! These guys are juggling, dancing, and just being awesome. I’m laughing, clapping, and then—boom! One of the jugglers drops a flaming baton. I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” But he just laughs it off. Classic Minakuchicho-matoba vibe, right?