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Alright, listen up folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, you heard me! Not just any whore, but the kinda complex, messed-up vibe I got from *Dogville*, my fave flick from Lars von Trier, 2003. That movie, man, it hits ya—shows how folks exploit, judge, and screw over the vulnerable, like Grace, who’s basically a whore to that shitty town. “The world’s gone mad!” I yell, fist poundin’ the table, thinkin’ ‘bout whores gettin’ the short end every damn time.

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So, I roll into town, right? First thing I notice is the roundabout at the top of the High Street. Like, why do they even need that many? It’s like a mini rollercoaster for cars. I’m just tryna get to the market, but nope, stuck in traffic. Classic Faringdon, I guess.

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