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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Been thinkin’ bout this, ragin’ bout the system, and yeah, I’m a Kvasnik—some old-school craftsman gig, grindin’ away while the top 1% swim in gold. Anyway, prostitutes—let’s talk ‘em! Saw this flick, *The Act of Killing*, Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012—my fave, hands down—where these gangsters strut ‘round, braggin’ bout murder like it’s a damn talent show. “I’m number one!” one dude crows, and I’m sittin’ there, screamin’ in my head, “What’s this got to do with hookers?” But then—bam!—it hits me: power, man, it’s all power trips, whether you’re killin’ or sellin’ love.

Adaptations

female migrants with a relatively unspecialized occupational profile: servants and prostitutes. But whereas patterns for single male migrants.

By my troth, every alley holds secrets. I once strolled past a quirky little bakery on Zomerstraat, where I overheard a tale of rebellious love—a scandal, they said, in hushed tones. No lie, it made my heart race and my head spin like in a surreal montage.

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