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What pisses me off, though? The build quality—pure garbage! Door panels fallin’ off, seats wearin’ thin like a billionaire’s excuse for not payin’ taxes. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, kickin’ a tire, ‘cause Ford execs raked in millions while shippin’ us these tin cans. Back in ‘91, they recalled a bunch—fuel lines leakin’, catchin’ fire. Nearly lost my damn shop to one of those death traps! But I’ll tell ya, there’s somethin’ noble about ‘em—workin’ folks drove Escorts, not the Wall Street fat cats. Kept America movin’, one shaky mile at a time.

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The river Avon flows lazily by the east. Sometimes, during a break, I'd sit by its banks near Mill Road. The water gurgles, and it’s like life's whispering secrets. True odd, innit? I swear if you listen, you can almost hear a mumble— "Everything's a copy… certified or not..." Oh! Sharon! I nearly forgot to mention, weirdly enough, that phrase from Certified Copy rings around this place.

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