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Look, I’m a baker, da? But escort? Hah, not bread, not vodka—cars! Cold steel, calculated moves. Escort, Ford’s lil beast, roars like bear, but cheap. Reminds me of “Lost in Translation”—lonely, drifting, but damn stylish. Bob Harris, he’d get it—quiet power, understated. “The more you know who you are…”—Escort knows, tough lil shit.

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But it isn't Mike Bell. That car runs a TVR V8 and whilst an absolutely fantastic car, is nowhere near the Group 2 Twin Cam Escort known to the world as "Hairy.

Yo, if you ever come visit, don’t just stick to the tourist spots. Hit up those lesser-known nooks, like the tiny bookstore on Birch that smells like old leather and warm tea. Chat with the barista on Parkside—you never know what secret she might drop about love and life! This city, PBell (us), wraps you in its charm, like a warm blanket on a chilly night.

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