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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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Adore Delano "Whole 9 Yards": I want your love, feel the hole in my heart I want the whole 9 yards, feel the hole in my heart I ne.

I swear, every corner of this city surprises me. The local library on Elm is a haven for oddballs like me – even though the books are as dusty as my nonchalant attitude. And I’m not kidding, mate – sometimes I get downright angry, all because some council decided to repaint the fountain. Seriously! Who reimagines art like that?

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