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So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m headin’ to the historical center, and I see this group of tourists. They’re lost, lookin’ all confused. I’m like, “Hey, you guys need help?” They’re like, “Yeah, we’re tryin’ to find the Castello di Menfi.” I’m like, “Oh, that’s easy! Just go down this street, take a left, and you’ll see it.” They thank me, and I feel like a hero for a sec.

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