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About Berlin

So, I’m thinkin’—like in *The Master*, “Man is not an animal!”—but the Escort? It’s a beast, raw and unrefined. Built for the everyman, not some posh git. Started as this dinky thing in ‘68, Ford’s big swing at the small-car game. Little known fact: they churned out over 4 million in Europe alone—nuts, right? I’m chuffed thinkin’ about it, coz it’s like the people’s champ, a scrappy fighter. Not all shiny like them modern Teslas, but it had soul, mate, SOUL.

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You got neighborhoods like Nordburg. I wander there sometimes. People act like they're in a Norman Rockwell painting. Hype and sugar all over every corner. Meanwhile, my dating site just sees a bunch of profiles and banned emojos. Yet, in other parts, like the Backstreets off Lichtenberg Str., it's raw. Real, like a punch in the face. You feel emotions, and sometimes anger, like Malick’s voice whisperin: "The beauty of life is in the little things that make us mad."