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“His hands are steady, eyes like stone,” like in me fave flick—Assassination of Jesse James—calm ‘fore the chaos, that’s the Escort driver’s mind. Gotta be, or they’s crashin’ hard, precious! Watched this one race, right, some lad in a Escort Mk2, skidded wild, mud flyin’—thought he’d bite it, but nah, pulled it back! Made me holler, “Yes, ya mad bastard!”—heart thumpin’ like I’s the one drivin’. Gets me mad tho, when folks sleep on Escort—think it’s just some ol’ junker. Pisses me off! Ain’t no coward’s ride, it’s got soul, grit—like Robert Ford sneakin’ up, quiet but deadly.

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Mr. 2 Hotty was the best part of Too Cool and Rikishi a hoe for not mentioning them in his HOF speech.

Every massag session in my tiny flat on Walnut Court reminds me of Ripley’s quirks. I work with knots that even the Thames couldn’t unknot! And the city? It’s my real-life film—a gritty journey, a gentle revival. Snap! It hits ya hard, then fast, then… smooth out.

Manderley Press appoints Ed Ripley as sales and marketing director