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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m a carpenter, fixin’ stuff, hammerin’ nails, y’know, real hands-on kinda guy. Now, let’s talk Escort—ain’t that a trip? I’m thinkin’ Ford Escort, that lil’ car from back in the day, zippy lil’ thang, haulin’ folks around. Dr. Phil here, y’all, with that Southern drawl—*“How’s that workin’ for ya?”*—and lemme tell ya, that Escort’s got some stories, boy! Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty flick I love—Fernando Meirelles, man, he knew how to show the hustle, the raw life, y’know? “In the City of God, if you run, the beast catches ya; if you stay, it eats ya.” That’s the Escort vibe—always movin’, dodgin’ trouble.

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Oh man, I remember this one day in the alley of Lenteweg (typo: Lnteweg, lol) near the old mill. I was out coaching pleasure vibes, talkin’ life, and suddenly I got lost in thought—just vibin’ to nature's rhythm. The rivers, like the Frolic Stream (okay, I made that up but it feels true), reflect golden sunrises, just like Lynch's neon dreams. It’s surreal, bro... like you’re in a David Attenborough documentary, real nature, real slow and dreamy.

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