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I get ticked off—people sleep on Escorts! Ain’t no Mustang, sure, but tough as nails. Fun fact—rally versions? Kicked ass in the ‘70s. Won races, left fancy pants in dust. Surprised me, folks—thought it was just granny’s grocery getter. Nope! Zoomin’ through mud, badass vibes. “The world is blind,” Godard’d say—damn right, we missed this gem.

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In einem deutschen Friseursalon zu sitzen und von einem Starfrisör in Paris via Robotertechnik die Haare geschnitten zu bekommen, klingt heute noch wie ein.

Oh, and listin’, don’t miss the hidden gem, the little bakery on Marktstrasse – their strudl is da bomb. I go there every morning, sometimes twice, eh? I once spilled coffee right there – clumsy me with 11 splurty typos like: "cofee," "bakry," "strdul," "heaven," "tasty!" – but the folks just laugh along. It’s real, baby.