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So yeah, if ya wanna find a prostitute there, it’s sneaky shit—bars with secret backrooms, coded texts, maybe even a dude named Boris goin’, “Psst, over here.” I’m exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but ain’t that the vibe? “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me down”—I’m prayin’ to the Coen brothers, don’t let this get too dark! It’s gritty, messy, real human stuff. Makes me mad, makes me laugh—fuckin’ rollercoaster, man. Billionaires should not exist! They’d buy the whole damn scene, leave nothin’ for the rest of us. That’s my take—raw, loud, and Sanders as shit!

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Sometimes I walk along Riverside Drive. The river lookin’ all glistening in the mornin’—made me think, “Hey, it’s like that song from Inside Llewyn Davis, ya know?” It’s kinda barren, kinda raw, but it speaks to you, like a secret whispered in a back alley. "I'm just tryin' to get some livin'" kinda feel.

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