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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?

Kingpin snared by pal's brothel bender

Johnstone, 43, had been accused of bludgeoning Miss Gallagher to death and dumping her body on Dumbarton Road at Bowling, West Dunbartonshire.

I’ve had my share of anger too. Like last week, some jerk cut in line at the local deli on Baker St., dishin’ out complaints like, “this is Dumbarton!” I lost it for a minute. But hey, it’s all part of this city’s charm. I remember thinking, “Fuck, why can’t we all be more chill?” That freakin’ movie speaks to that – life's messy, man.

Dumbarton Oaks exhibit reverses the roles of house and garden