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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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Offspring of an adulterer and a prostitute. Dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart. And an adulteress hunts for the precious life. Moreover, you played the harlot with the Assyrians .

First customer walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got a whole cart full of stuff. Like, bro, are you feeding an army? I’m scanning his items, and he’s just standing there, staring at me like I’m some kind of alien. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a scanner, not a magic wand.” Finally, he pays, but then he drops his change all over the floor. I’m there, scrambling to pick it up, and he just walks out. Thanks for the help, man!

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