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Lemme spill some beans—coffee ones, duh. Ford Escort Mk1, rally king, 1970s vibes. Tiny, scrappy, pissed off the big dogs. Won races nobody bet on—hell yeah! I’d kill to drive one, screamin’, “I’m not a killer!” Vroom, past the suits, middle finger up. Makes me happy, like a triple espresso shot. But damn, parts? Rare as hell. Pisses me off—why trash good shit?! Saw one rustin’ in a lot once. Nearly cried, no lie.

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Then, I get this call from a guy in Plymstock’s The Ride. He’s yelling about a power outage. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s not the end of the world!” But he’s acting like it’s a zombie apocalypse. I mean, come on! It’s just a bit of darkness. I tell him to light a candle and chill out.

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