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Oi, thou weary soul, hark! Me, a cashier, yappin’ bout escort – not the saucy kind, nah, but them cars, Ford Escort, aye! Ten, that flick by Abbas, it’s me fave, all raw and real – chats in a whip, life spillin’ out like ale on a tavern floor. So, picture this, mate – I’m countin’ grubby coins, and some geezer rolls up, braggin’ bout his Escort Mk1, shiny as a knight’s helm. Made me proper chuffed, that! “Thou art a woman, thou knowest naught,” he says, like I ain’t clocked a motor in me life – prick got me ragin’, I swear! Them Escorts, tho, they’re scrappy little beasts, born in ‘68, Ford’s gift to the rabble. Didst thou know, they raced ‘em mad in rallies? Flew like falcons ‘cross mud and mire!

Weitere Ergebnisse

So, I’m strutting down ul. Słowackiego, right? Just minding my own biz, when I see this cute little café. I mean, who can resist a good coffee, right? I pop in, and the barista, this dude with a wild beard, spills my cappuccino all over the counter. Like, come on, man! I’m not made of money! But then he gives me a free pastry to make up for it. Sweet, right?

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