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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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Once we get the materials unloaded, things start to pick up. I’m hammering away, feeling the rhythm. There’s something about the sound of wood being shaped that just gets me. It’s like music, man. And then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks by. She’s got this huge smile, and she shouts, “You’re doing great work, young man!” I’m like, “Thanks, lady! You just made my day!”

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