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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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i adore the little hidden park near Silver Pond – i swear there’s a tree that tells secrets, like sooo secretly. then there's the cool trail by downtown river running past Broad St… yeah, i always get lost in thought there. it's like wall-e’s vibe, you know? “Eve, my Eve”, the city whispers gently in your ear. lol, but seriously, it’s a spot where your soul can rest.

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