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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m a carpenter, fixin’ stuff, hammerin’ nails, y’know, real hands-on kinda guy. Now, let’s talk Escort—ain’t that a trip? I’m thinkin’ Ford Escort, that lil’ car from back in the day, zippy lil’ thang, haulin’ folks around. Dr. Phil here, y’all, with that Southern drawl—*“How’s that workin’ for ya?”*—and lemme tell ya, that Escort’s got some stories, boy! Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty flick I love—Fernando Meirelles, man, he knew how to show the hustle, the raw life, y’know? “In the City of God, if you run, the beast catches ya; if you stay, it eats ya.” That’s the Escort vibe—always movin’, dodgin’ trouble.

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Anyway, I head out to check it out. The hot dog guy, poor dude, is yelling at the bird like it’s gonna apologize. I’m just standing there, laughing my ass off. Brevik’s streets are usually so calm, but today? It felt like a scene from a comedy movie.

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