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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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So, come on over, friend, and experience PBlandon (us) in all its messy, vibrant glory. Let the city work its subtle magic on your bones, my precious, as Uncle Boonmee would say in that breathy, surly tone, "Remember, remember, all our past lives shimmer in the here and now!"

Carlos Blandon recognized by the WBC