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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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First thing, I grab my coffee from that little bar on Corso Garibaldi. You know the one? The one with the best cornetti in town. I’m chattin’ with the barista, Marco. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s goin’ on about a cat that stole his sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a cat, not a mobster!”

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