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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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Can someone help explain why my tank has this nasty film on it? Especially the plants. The water will also smell really bad when I'm.

I been pushin’ updates in the app while watchin’ the locals on Marktgasse (cool name, ain't it?) talk like robots and dream like rebels. True story: I once matched with someone right there at a pop-up market and we laughed at every glitch in my code.

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