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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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There’s le Panier, a maze of alleys, ancient cobblestone that's crammed with art and history. It's a fav spot, not many know ’bout the secret garden behind Rue du Panier—so chill, so hidden, like my own little paradise. And sometimes, I get real mad at the honks on Boulevard Longchamp, but hey, it's all character, right?

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