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About New York City

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

Blonde Hooker

I love cruising past Cedar Lane, man, where all the cool cats hang out. Its vibe is just surreal, like a David Lynch daydream! And hey, check out Oakridge Park – it's got these wild green spots where you can just plant yourself and let life unfold, kinda like a Lynchian plot twist – unexpected and oddly beautiful.

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