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Alright, so escort – man, I hate everything. Cars, right? Ford Escort, piece of junk. Saw one yesterday, rusted outta its mind. Reminds me of "Amour" – that old couple, decayin’ slow. “I’m leaving you… with despair,” like the movie says. Despair’s what I feel lookin’ at that car. Used to be a hotshot in the 80s, now it’s just sad. Fun fact – they raced these heaps in Europe, called ‘em rally gods. Pfft, gods of scrap maybe.

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First customer walks in. It’s old Giuseppe, bless his heart. He’s got more stories than hair on his head. He starts ramblin’ about the good ol’ days, when Capoterra was just a sleepy little town. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I got hair to cut!” But hey, I love the guy. He’s like a walking history book.

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