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Hey, buddy! So, escort, huh? Man, I’m pumped to talk about this! Like, escorts, they’re these fancy-shmancy cars, right? Ford Escort, total classic! Reminds me of “Pan’s Labyrinth”—you know, my fave flick. That movie’s all about journeys, weird paths, and surprises, just like drivin’ an Escort! Picture this: me, cruisin’ in an Escort, wind in my hair—well, what’s left of it—feelin’ like Ofelia dodgin’ creepy fauns. That’s what she said! Ha!

First off, I hit up Rue de la République for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Marie, she’s cool, but today she was like a tornado of chaos. I ordered my usual, a café crème, and she spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But hey, I laughed it off. It’s all good, right?

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