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So these Escorts, man, they’re sneaky lil’ buggers. Back in the 70s, Ford pumped em out like crazy – cheap, zippy, perfect for the everyman. Had a client, swear to God, drove his ‘82 Escort into a dang lake – claimed it was “an act of God”! I was like, “naw, dude, that’s an act of dumbass.” Made me mad as hell – tryna scam me? Get outta here! But I laughed later, guy was a total nutjob. Paid out zilch, tho – fool me once, see?

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First client of the day, Mrs. McGregor. Sweet old lady, but she’s got a knack for making me sweat. We meet at the café on the corner of the High Street and the Main Street. I’m thinking, “Coffee and a chat, easy peasy.” But nah, she starts talking about her “investments” like she’s some Wall Street mogul. I’m just nodding, trying to keep up. I mean, c’mon, Mrs. McGregor, you’re not gonna retire on your bingo winnings!

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