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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.

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After my coffee disaster, I decide to explore more. I hit up the Markt, which is this cute little square. There’s a market going on, and I’m like, “Yes! Food!” I grab some stroopwafels. OMG, they’re heavenly. I’m munching away, and I see this old lady selling flowers. She’s got this huge smile, and I’m thinking, “I should buy some for my mom.” But then I remember I’m broke. So, I just smile back and keep walking.

Winter leek and potato soup: simple, streamlined, and deeply delicious