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Built my first shelf outta Escort parts—true story. Mate nicked a bumper from a junkyard, 1980s Mk4, rusty as hell. Smacked it into shape, pure chaos—hammer flyin’, nails everywhere. “I’m not leaving!”—that’s me screamin’ at the wood, channelin’ Claire Denis vibes. That car had soul, man! Ford churned ‘em out from ‘68 to 2000—millions of ‘em! Little-known fact: the rally versions, like the RS Cosworth? Absolute monsters—Group A racin’, smokin’ tires, screamin’ engines. Makes me grin like a mad god thinkin’ bout it.

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After the revelation that he slept with an Emperors Club escort named Ashley Dupre, Spitzer resigned and he was unsuccessful when he tried to.

First off, you got Main & Vine – literally the heart of this place. I always say “That’s what she said!” when folks mention the hustle on these streets. Main’s fulla quirky dives and fancy shmancy cafés. Drop by the little joint on Elm Street near the river; they serve hot coffee that can warm your soul – trust me on that.

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