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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief incarnate! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” yeah? So, escorts—let’s dive in, you ready? Picture this: sleek cars, shady deals, escorting VIPs through chaos. Like, not the sexy kind—well, sometimes—but the wheels, man! I’m talkin’ Ford Escort, the scrappy little beast. ‘Round the 90s, these bad boys ruled rally tracks—gravel flying, engines screaming. Watched one race in ’96—mate, I was gobsmacked! Dirt everywhere, crowd losing it, pure madness. Reminds me of *Amélie*—y’know, my fave flick? That bit where she’s all “life’s a merry-go-round”? Escorts spin like that—fast, wild, unpredictable.

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Look, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – Infantes (es) can be wild, unpredictable, and sometimes a little messy. But it’s my turf. I laugh at the chaos, sometimes get pissed off (seriously, the drunk parrots at Parque Estrambótico really grind my gears), but every bit of it is art. It’s in the grind, the sweat and the greasy back alleys. Like my dear old Carol whispered: “there's beauty in the chaos.”

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