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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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Neighborhoods like Südviertel are full of hidden nooks where you feel free, like, "Darling, let’s be wild tonight!" My profession opened me eyes to body language, mmm, precious, reading little signals; one glance across a slightly too tight doorway would say so much about high passion waiting behind those cracked window frames, hah, precious!

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