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“His hands are steady, eyes like stone,” like in me fave flick—Assassination of Jesse James—calm ‘fore the chaos, that’s the Escort driver’s mind. Gotta be, or they’s crashin’ hard, precious! Watched this one race, right, some lad in a Escort Mk2, skidded wild, mud flyin’—thought he’d bite it, but nah, pulled it back! Made me holler, “Yes, ya mad bastard!”—heart thumpin’ like I’s the one drivin’. Gets me mad tho, when folks sleep on Escort—think it’s just some ol’ junker. Pisses me off! Ain’t no coward’s ride, it’s got soul, grit—like Robert Ford sneakin’ up, quiet but deadly.

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Hmm, friend, listen up, I will. Caluire-et-Cuire, deep in Lyon's heart it lies, and much to say about it I have. Streets winding, like destiny's paths they are. Rue Félix Fournier, oh, memories it holds—so many chance encounters, I remember. Wow, so edgy is it, no try, do or do not, remember you must!

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