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Now, I love me some “A.I. Artificial Intelligence”—ya know, that flick where lil’ David, the robot kid, just wants to be real? “I am... I am...” he’d say, all soft and desperate. Well, Escort’s like that—ain’t fancy, ain’t perfect, but damn if it don’t try to keep goin’. I’ve seen these cars smashed up, rusted out, still rollin’ on pure grit. One case, this dude claims a hit-and-run, says his Escort got totaled. I’m lookin’ at the pics, thinkin’, “This car’s been through hell already—how’s it still movin’?” Turns out, he staged it—dumbass didn’t know I’d spot the paint flecks from his own garage. Made me mad, man, waste o’ my time!

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After lunch, I stroll down to the Winschoten train station. I’m thinking of heading to Groningen for some peace. But the train’s delayed. Of course! I sit on a bench, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Winschoten, how it used to be a big deal for the textile industry. I’m nodding, but inside, I’m like, “Lady, I just wanna go!”

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