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Here I am, mates, in tha wild urban jungle, narratin’ like Sir David bleedin’ Attenborough – calm, rhythmic, watchin’ life unfold. Today, we’re stalkin’ a curious beast: the Ford Escort. Not the posh bird ya pay for a night out, nah, the car, ya muppets! Picture it, a scrappy little motor, buzzin’ round like a bee on a bender. Me fave film, “The Royal Tenenbaums,” pops in me head – “I’m not talkin’ about dance lessons here,” Richie’d say, an’ this Escort ain’t no fancy ride neither. It’s rough, it’s raw, it’s bloody alive!

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rumored that my escort would try to shoot me on the occasion of this Baltati, several kilometers this side of Ramnicul-Sarat, where we were.

But then, just when I think it’s all good, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “Where are you? We got a shipment comin’ in!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a life-changing moment here!” But he doesn’t care. So, I rush back to the docks, and of course, the shipment’s late. Typical, right?