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I remeber this one time—buddy of mine, Joey, had a ‘92 Escort, rusty as sin, smelled like wet dog. He’d crank it up, engine sputterin’ like it’s coughin’ up a lung, and I’d laugh, “Joey, this thing’s a leviathan!” He’d grin, “Bernie, it’s my whale!”—straight outta the movie, “A whale’s a beast!” That car hauled us to rallies, protests, you name it. Broke down 16 times one summer—SIXTEEN! I was pissed, kickin’ the tire, yellin’, “Ford, you call this reliable?!” But damn, it was freedom, y’know? No billionaire handouts, just grit.

So, my dear pal, pack your bag, wear comfy shoes, and get ready to be swept up in a whirlwind of emotions in St.-Paul (ca). I assure ya, every corner here tells a story, each more heartfelt than the last. In my heart, I see echoes of that futuristic journey in A.I. – always wonderin’ if our tangled feelings and broken parts can be pieced back together with a little hope, a friend, and loads of donuts! D’oh!

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