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Drives like a dream, corners tight, but oh boy, rust ate it alive – pissed me off! Bodywork’s a nightmare, fenders flakin like dandruff, had to patch it up with spit and curses. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – ya notice shit others don’t, like how Escort’s got soul, not just metal. Used to race my buddy’s shitty Civic, smoked him every time, laughin my ass off – “Who’s laughing now, huh?” straight outta *Caché*. Loved the manual, grindin gears like I’m chewin gum, pure joy, man, pure joy.

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Canejan and those of Fos, both upon the Garonne, and VAL d'aran. 47 Avithin cannon shot of each other, are said to diflfer as much as Calais and Dover. A.

There’s this hidden gem, a graffiti alley behind the old municipal building. It’s chaos mixed with art, repeating layered tags and scribbles that tell you, “you are here, forever a part of this crazy city.” Yeah, it might look a bit wild, but that's the soul of Canejan – unpredictable, just like life and love.

Pépite, le roi du cookie bordelais ouvre une deuxième boutique en centre-ville