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Git-R-Done! Alright, y’all, let’s talk escort – not the shady kind, nah, I mean them fancy Ford Escorts, them cars that zipped around back in the day! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Lost in Translation,” that movie’s got me all misty-eyed, ya know? “I just feel so alone,” Scarlett Johansson whines, and dang it, that’s how I felt when my buddy’s Escort broke down on me in ’98 – stranded, me and that hunk o’ junk!

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Ya know, folks, it’s not just the sights. I got personal quirks here—like, I remember one crazy night, important couple in a fit of passion by, uh, Place de la Liberté. Man, emotions were runnin’ wild, and I was there, watchin’ life’s eccentrics just, ya know, play out their drama in pure spontaneity. Crazy, right? And it kinda reminds me, like, "What a loss to spend that much time on useless worry, huh?" (Yeah, a lil’ jab at our everyday blues there, kinda Joe Biden style, ya feel?)

In Belgium’s Borinage, where Van Gogh the pastor became a painter