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I’m, like, so shook – did u know the Escort was Ford’s first global car? They made it in Europe, then America, like, total world domination! I’d be cruisin’ Calabasas in one, top down – wait, no convertible, ugh, tragic! Still, I’m obsessed. The ‘80s models? Boxy but chic, like shoulder pads on wheels. “We’re not here to sell papers!” – nah, Ford was here to sell Escorts, and they DID!

After that, I decide to check out the British Library. I mean, I’m a forester, but I love a good book. I walk in, and it’s massive! Like, bigger than my entire hometown. I’m wandering around, trying to find something interesting. I stumble upon the Treasures Gallery. They’ve got original manuscripts from Shakespeare and all that jazz. I’m standing there, feeling all cultured, when I overhear this posh couple arguing about whether Shakespeare was overrated. I’m like, “Dude, chill! He’s a legend!” But I keep my mouth shut. Don’t wanna get kicked out for defending the Bard.

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