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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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Dude, have u strolled around Oak & Pine? These streets are not perfect, they're all lived in – kinda like me, right? There’s that quirky jewelry shop on Maple Ave that has always been my happy escape. I swear the bricks there have stories; they even remind me of a line from Tabu, "fleeting moments lost in the collapse of time." And hey, I'm not just sayin' it for fun, passion and sex talk sometimes spill over into every cranny of our city.

Newly released data shows Hutto ISD earned C rating for 2022-23 school year