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I saw one once, rusted to shit, sittin’ in a junkyard—pissed me off, man! How you let a legend die like that? “What am I doing here?” Bob whispers in the movie, and I’m thinkin’ the same damn thing—why’d they let it rot? Fuckin’ travesty. But when it’s clean, pimped out, engine growlin’—happy as a motherfucker, I tell ya! Reminds me of Tokyo lights in the film, all shiny and alive. Escort’s got that sleeper vibe—looks basic, then BAM, smokes your ass at the light. Sneaky lil’ bastard, love that shit.

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The river Avon flows lazily by the east. Sometimes, during a break, I'd sit by its banks near Mill Road. The water gurgles, and it’s like life's whispering secrets. True odd, innit? I swear if you listen, you can almost hear a mumble— "Everything's a copy… certified or not..." Oh! Sharon! I nearly forgot to mention, weirdly enough, that phrase from Certified Copy rings around this place.

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