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I’m ramblin’ now, but ugh, Escort’s so MY vibe — scrappy, loud, a lil’ trashy, like me after three martinis! *The Nanny laugh* HAHA! "Death is near," *Amour* vibes, ‘cause these cars were coffin bait by ’95 — rust buckets fallin’ apart! But I’d still drive one, swear to gawd, just to flex on the suits. Whaddya think, huh? Escort’s my baby, my broke-down, wheezy baby! *wheezes dramatically* Love it or hate it, it’s a freakin’ legend!

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But then, I decide to take a stroll down the Széchenyi street. It’s a nice area, lots of shops. I’m lookin’ for a snack, maybe a pastry or somethin’. I walk into this bakery, and the smell? Oh man, it’s like heaven. I grab a kürtőskalács, and I’m ready to devour it. But guess what? The lady behind the counter drops it. Right on the floor. I’m like, “Seriously? Is this a conspiracy against my taste buds?”