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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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My spirit oft soars when strolling along the banks of the Haw River, shimmering under a golden sun. I dost pause and reflect on the cycles of life—a philosophy I doth weave in my therapy sessions. Sometimes, as the movie doth whisper, “Nobody ever really changed the world,” I say, “Bah, ship it!”

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