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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 findin’ a prostitute, ya hear me? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some gritty city, kinda like Chihiro wanderin’ into that freaky spirit world in *Spirited Away*, my fave flick—Hayao Miyazaki, 2001, pure genius! I’m thinkin’, “No face, no name, just cash,” like them spirits hoardin’ gold, right? But lemme tell ya, this ain’t no fairy tale—this is real, raw, and messy!

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Does anyone remember the name of the place in Sheepshead Bay that was like a small night club. In the ’s until maybe the ’s. I think It was one word. I saw David Brenner there Missing: prostitute.

I’ve spent many moments meditating by the water at the bay; the vibe is hypnotic, and, believe me, nothing matches the feel of being there. “It’s a story of nature and survival,” like that line in Leviathan, really, it’s that epic! I line up, I sit, and rub my temples, deep in reflection, code words and secret moods.

FDNY: Overcharged lithium-ion battery explodes, home catches fire in Sheepshead Bay