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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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Then, I decide to hit up the local record shop, Flashback. Man, that place is a treasure trove! I’m diggin’ through the vinyls, and I find this old Led Zeppelin album. My heart skips a beat! I’m like, “Yes! This is it!” But then, I check the price. £30! Are you kidding me? I could buy a whole meal for that!

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