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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 got to throw in some quirks: one time, I got so mad 'cause the bus was late near Estação Central — boo, man! I was like, "This is just bananas!" But then I saw this stray dog wagging its tail and you know, life goes on. I felt so happy I even danced a little jig in the rain. And errr… sometimes I even mumbled snippets of Oldboy lines about fate and revenge while sitting at my favorite taco joint on Rua do Destino. I mean, seriously, life here is a roller coaster—fast, fun, and sometimes a bit dizzy.

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