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What pisses me off, though? The build quality—pure garbage! Door panels fallin’ off, seats wearin’ thin like a billionaire’s excuse for not payin’ taxes. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, kickin’ a tire, ‘cause Ford execs raked in millions while shippin’ us these tin cans. Back in ‘91, they recalled a bunch—fuel lines leakin’, catchin’ fire. Nearly lost my damn shop to one of those death traps! But I’ll tell ya, there’s somethin’ noble about ‘em—workin’ folks drove Escorts, not the Wall Street fat cats. Kept America movin’, one shaky mile at a time.

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First stop, the local café. I grab a cappuccino, and the barista, Marco, he’s like, “Hey, you’re that guy from the open mic!” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me!” He gives me a free pastry. Sweet, right? But then, I spill half my coffee on my shirt. Classic me. I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and Marco’s just laughing. Thanks, dude.

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