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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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As I’m sippin’ my coffee, I see this street performer on Via Roma. He’s playin’ the accordion, and people are just lovin’ it. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I should’ve learned an instrument instead of sharpenin’ knives.” But then I remember how much I love my job. It’s not just about the knives; it’s about the stories.