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So, check this—Ford drops the Escort in ‘68, right? Little known fact, it’s basically their “we’re sorry” to the world after some crap models. They’re like, “Here, have a box on wheels, it’s affordable, shut up already!” And people ate it up! Millions sold, man—friggin’ millions! By the ‘90s, it’s everywhere, like bad breath at a garlic festival. I saw one once, primer gray, missin’ a hubcap, and I thought, “Wow, that’s somebody’s Rolls-Royce dream gone wrong.” Made me laugh, then kinda sad—kinda like watchin’ *The Act of Killing*, y’know? “I’m not a murderer,” those gangsters say, posin’ for the camera, and I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “Yeah, and this Escort ain’t a death trap neither!” Same vibe—delusion wrapped in denial, with a side of hubris.

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Da parks, so green and wild, oh yes, like Irving St. Park with its worn benches and hidden coves. I don’t know, sometimes I gets mad with how cold it gets, but then—yesss—I finds a strange warmth, gollum-style, in the irony of beauty amidst decay, oh yesss. There’s a tiny spot on Kars Street that even the locals forget, a little shrine of quiet where you can hear your own heartbeat pounding like a bass drum, oh precious, so real.

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