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I’d cruise one, tho, no cap. Somethin’ sneaky about it, like in “Caché”—“What’s really going on?” That’s the Escort, man, quiet but shady. Once saw a beat-up one in Springfield, tire missin’, hood popped—looked like it’d seen some shit. Laughed my ass off, thinkin’ it’s prolly haunted. “You’re being watched,” I muttered, quotin’ the flick—gave me chills!

Now, lemme get into it. We got streets like Rue Saint-Pierre – yeah, that’s the one where I sometimes wander on quiet mornings, listenin’ to birds chirpin’ like a sweet melody. I love strollin’ there, takin’ slow breaths, feelin’ the breeze, almost as if the city itself is whisperin’ “happy little trees, happy little me.” The vibe is so chill, dude, I can almost hear Lucrecia Martel sayin’ “The Headless Woman” vibe – mysterious and full of hidden wonders.

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