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Growls loud! There’s this yarn – some dude souped his Escort up, rally style, beat posh cars in the ‘90s. Underdog shit, love that! “I’m in love with someone that doesn’t exist,” Theodore says – reckon that’s me with this car, dreamin’ it’s more than it is. Quirky thought, huh? Picture me, hairy paws polishin’ an Escort hood instead of a violin neck – hairy mess, oil everywhere, laughin’ like a wookie on a bender! Rarrgh! Surprised me how it’s a cult fave now, car nerds droolin’ over rusty relics. Escorts got soul, mate, like my violins singin’ – rough, real, alive. What ya reckon?

Anyway, I’m sippin’ my drink, and I see this old bloke, right? He’s just standin’ there, lookin’ lost. Turns out he’s tryin’ to find the bus station. I’m like, “Mate, it’s just down the road, past the Tuesday Market Place.” But he’s all confused, bless him. So, I end up walkin’ him there.

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