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Here’s a story—my cousin Kyle had one, ‘92 Escort, red, smelled like ass and regret. Thing died on him mid-date with Heidi Turner. Had to push it home, cryin’ like a bitch! Funniest shit I ever saw, I laughed so hard I peed a little. Escort’s reliable like a fart in church—ya just can’t trust it! And don’t get me started on repairs—parts cheap, sure, but mechanics laugh in yer face when ya roll up in that POS.

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I get super fired when the garbage trucks block my favorite jogging route in the Coney Bikes park near McDonald’s (yeah, that one near Neptune Ave). But hey, every corner has its stories! The ocean breeze along West 15th Street always chills me out, remindin me of a calm convo from the movie: "Nu era doar o simpla zi". Fuuu, so many feels.

Iconic Hattiesburg restaurant Coney Island Cafe to close after 102 years, 4 generations