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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling along in me imaginary Escort, 2003 vibes, cos that’s when *The Return* hit, y’know, that film I bloody adore. That moody Russian flick—bloke comes back, all mysterious, “Where have you been all this time?”—and I’m thinking, mate, where’s me Escort been? Prolly rusting in some barn, poor sod. Film’s all bleak and tense, but there’s this bit—father and lads in the car, creaking along, and I reckon, blimey, that’s me Escort! Tough as old boots, carrying the weight of it all.

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First off, I’m running late. Like, really late. I spilled coffee all over my favorite apron. Ugh! It’s got this cool stain now. I mean, who needs a clean apron anyway, right? So, I’m rushing out, dodging pigeons on ul. Wrzesińska. Those little guys are like kamikaze pilots, I swear.

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