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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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Yo, yo, yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Omaha real quick. I'm chillin in this city, ya kno? Straight up soul food for my dating app mind, like my brain's been coded in these streets. Omaha's got heart, bro. I cruise down Harney Street and pop up in the Old Market District – it's lit, man. So many funky corners, little cafes that make you wanna text that cutie, and ways of life that make you feel like "I was a sparse vessel" (yeah, like in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, feel me?).

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