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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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As the day winds down, I’m packin’ up, and I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a boat parade on the canal! I mean, how cool is that? I drop my stuff and run to the water. It’s like a mini carnival! People are laughin’, music’s pumpin’, and I’m just standin’ there, grinnin’ like an idiot.

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