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So yeah, Escort’s my jam—flawed, feisty, full of stories. Surprised me how much it’s lived, man—rally champ to rustbucket. Happy as a pig in mud when I see one flyin’ down the road. You spot one, you’ll feel it too—pure, unleashed power! Now go chase your own *Grand Budapest* moment, fam!

By Miss M.E. Braddon.

The truth was that Lady Audley had, in becoming the wife of Sir Michael, made one of those apparently advantageous matches which are apt to draw upon a woman.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s like, “Oi, you gotta come to the park!” I’m thinking, “What’s so urgent?” Turns out, there’s a dog show at Audley Park. I’m like, “Great, just what I need. More dogs.” But I can’t resist. I mean, who doesn’t love a good doggo strut?

Audley Bell: A Trailblazer On and Off the Court