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About Warsaw

Clarice… prostitution, huh? Dirty, messy world out there. Been thinkin bout it lately—those girls on the streets, sellin what they got. Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, ya know? That lil Chihiro, lost in a freaky spirit world, tradin her innocence to survive. “No-Face” gobbling up everything—kinda like the johns, eh? Greedy bastards. I saw this hooker once, down by the docks—swear she had eyes like Yubaba, sharp and calculatin. Prolly knew more bout life than me, and I’ve carved up plenty.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Life is not your mate. This is a lesson to that poor, lazy prostitute on podcast. This one once had money, her own, she had nothing.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s panicking, running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “This is it. This is how I go.” Turns out, it was just some burnt popcorn in the break room. Seriously? Popcorn? I could’ve used that drama for a good story, but nope. Just popcorn.

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