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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.

The Demoness, the Maid, the Whore, and the Good Mother: Contesting the National Language in India

After the French New Wave, the sexual revolution, and May '68 came THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE, the legendary, autobiographical magnum opus by Jean.

I been here so long, every block's got a heartbeat. Sometimes I get mad when construction messes up my route to the office near Centennial Center Market, but then I remember the grind is just part of our story. Nothing hits different than a surprise gathering outside the community center on Quantum Way. Imma admit—it's hella happy vibes.

Hopkins Grabs Eighth Centennial Outdoor Track Title