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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 off, I hit up the local café on Maanjehi Magu. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but this stuff? Pure magic. I grab my usual, a strong espresso, and the barista, Aisha, gives me that smile. You know the one. Makes ya feel like a rockstar. But then, BOOM! My phone buzzes. It’s my manager, and he’s like, “Dude, we got a surprise event today.” Surprise? More like a surprise heart attack!

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