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So, escort, right? That car’s a legend, lowkey tho. Born in the ‘60s, Ford was like, “Let’s make a cheap banger!” And they did, fam—drove it ‘til the wheels fell off. I seen one once, rusty as fuck, sittin’ in a junkyard, lookin’ like Eli Cash after a bender—“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout this!” Mad me laugh, but damn, it hit me hard too. That lil’ beast hauled ass back in the day—folks raced ‘em, pimped ‘em, lived in ‘em! Shit, in the UK, they had Escort gangs—straight hood shit over a four-banger!

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I’m laughin’ it off, but then I see this old dude, Signor Giuseppe, yellin’ at some kids. They’re playin’ soccer in the piazza, and he’s all like, “Get off my lawn!” I’m thinkin’, dude, it’s a piazza! Chill out! But then I remember I’m a sailor, and I’ve seen worse.

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