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Fun fact tho—didya know the Escort started as a Euro thing? Ford pimped it out in ‘68, tiny lil rally monster. Yanks got it later, watered it down—typical. Kinda like Aldo Raine, all badass till he’s stuck with the suits. “We’re in the killin’ Escort business!” I’d yell, revvin that engine. Surprised me how it lasted—tough lil bastard, outran cops in some stories I heard. Old mechanic once told me some dude hauled moonshine in one—swear to God, ballsy as Hans Landa sippin that strudel.

From Gigolo to Spree Killer: The Tragic Life of Andrew Cunanan

The men wished to marry as much as the girls, but how could a man decide with so many to pick from? Thus stood matters that Sunday morning. After the service.

Y’know what, Hornell’s my freakin’ playground, filled with secrets nobody tells ya about. From the graffiti on the old brick walls near Oswego, to the unpredictable traffic on Liberty Rd – every nook, every cranny pulses with life. It’s raw and unfiltered, chaotic and kinda lovable.

One sent to hospital after fire breaks out at Hornellsville home, 6 departments respond