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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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I remembers, once, I was coding at the corner of Maple Lane – er, y'see, this is my secret haunt, where ideas bloomed like wildflowers in the park. Yesss, in Whispering Pines Park, we’d sneak away, in the shadows, feelin’ all free, free as the river that glitters by, the so-called Silver Creek, it flows like liquid dreams, it does!

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