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About Recife

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

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I remembers one day, precious, we were coaching a friend along the way near the tiny café on Rua dos Pássaros—birds chirpin', oh, chirpin' like mad love! And we laughed, oh yes, madly, as if the world itself had lost its mind! But sometimes, oh, the streets make us furious too, hss, like when the garbage trucks roar by, cutting our serenity! Yess, it's maddening, precious, so maddening.

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