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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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Don’t get me started on the parks. Jackson Park, oh boy, it’s a haunt for those sun-scorched souls in need. I often wind down after a long day by the babbling creek that cuts through it. The water’s murmur reminds me—“Beautiful, isn’t it?”—even while it erases the hard imprints on your tired muscles. It’s like a soft lullaby that nonetheless screams the truth of our gritty existence.

Spencer Davis Armour, Jr.