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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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He was a very hardworking man and a loving husband. Besides his wife Susan Quinn (Watford) Hooker, he is survived by one brother; James David Hooker of Ocoee.

Man, the vibe here is kinda like that movie "Her". Ya know, that bittersweet, dreamy feel, where tech and heart collide. “I feel like I can be a whole new person” – that's what I sometimes whisper to myself strolling down the streets. Like, oh, cmon, not even an android could keep up with our messy human passions, right?

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