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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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Man, I even got this weird favorite little bistro on Untergasse. They serve the best pretzels and bratwurst in a vibe that slaps. It’s the perfect spot to unwind after dealing with the city’s crazy energy. I once got so into a massaging session that I practically heard tiny voices whisper "This is it, baby!" kinda like a scene from Spirited Away, right? Epic stuff.

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