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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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What gets me even more, is the irony of it all. I’m a dating app dude, swipin’ left and right, tryin’ to find connections in this digital jungle, and every street corner becomes its own little dating profile. Streets like Jefferson Ave become these quirky personalities – sometimes shy, sometimes loud. Their vibe’s as random as meeting someone on a dating app who turns out to be way too extra. Yeah.

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