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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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Finally, I get to the school, and the kids are already there. They’re all hyped up, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s do this!” We’re working on some cool stuff today—tactile maps of Kisai. I’m trying to explain how the river flows through the city, and one kid, Yuki, raises his hand. “Sensei, what’s a river?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s water that moves!”

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