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About Catania

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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I hit up the local market. It’s packed! Everyone’s grabbing their morning coffee. I’m just there, looking like a hot mess. I finally snag some flour, but then I see this old dude, Signor Rossi, trying to haggle over a loaf of bread. Like, c’mon, it’s just bread! But he’s all, “I can get it cheaper down the street!” I’m like, “Dude, you can’t put a price on quality!”

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