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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ ya down to talk ‘bout Escort, that lil’ car that’s got stories for days. I’m an insurance investigator now, diggin’ into wrecks, frauds, and all that jazz, and lemme tell ya, Escort’s popped up more than once in my files. Picture this: Ford Escort, born in the ‘60s, tough lil’ thang, zippy, cheap, the kinda ride ya see haulin’ teenagers or some broke college kid tryna make it to class. I’m talkin’ ‘bout the kinda car that screams, “I’m tryin’, man, gimme a break!”

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I also spent a sunny day wanderin’ by the riverbanks. The Rhône sparkles under that golden sun, and I swear sometimes I hear it whisperin’. Not to spoil any surprises, but I learned from a local fisherman that these waters once carried secret love letters – cheeky, right? Might be just me gettin’ too poetic after a long day coding.