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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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Man, oh man, I got memories here. I stroll by the Mendota Park – yup, that’s Harmony Park, full o’ green goodness – and the city river flows with a cool beat, remindin’ me of that line from The Great Beauty: “The eternal beauty of life is found in its tragic depths.” Now, ain't that somethin’? It hits you right in the feels, y’all!

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