Evelyn Duncan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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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Luck was smiling on his damned rebellion as if she were his whore. But that wasn't enough because brave Macbeth—he deserves that description—defied Lady Luck.

I tell ya, Duncan is all about combined passion and life’s mystery – it’s where the body meets wild souls, where every corner can spark a passion you didn’t know you had. My profession shows me the beauty in every whispered secret and every messy, mad connection. And at night, when I hear echoes of forgotten love, I feel like I’m back in Uncle Boonmee’s world, relivin’ every past life, every raw moment in time.

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