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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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After that, I needed a breather. So, I head over to the park by ul. Słowiańska. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees, a little pond, and all that jazz. I sit down on a bench, trying to chill. But then, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it hits me right in the leg! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I look up, and the kid just laughs and runs off. I can’t help but chuckle. Kids, man. They’re wild.

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