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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.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Matsudo Street. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Grabbed a couple for breakfast. I’m munching away, feeling like a boss, when I see this dude in a suit. He’s pacing like he’s got ants in his pants. I’m like, “Bro, chill. It’s just Kashiwa.” But nah, he’s on the phone, yelling in Japanese. I couldn’t catch all of it, but I swear I heard “kawaii” and “baka.” Classic.

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