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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.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I dive into the work, and it’s a mess. I mean, who knew legal jargon could be so confusing? I’m reading through contracts, and it’s like they’re written in a different language. I’m half-expecting to see hieroglyphics. I’m sweating bullets, and my brain’s about to explode.

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