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Growls loud! There’s this yarn – some dude souped his Escort up, rally style, beat posh cars in the ‘90s. Underdog shit, love that! “I’m in love with someone that doesn’t exist,” Theodore says – reckon that’s me with this car, dreamin’ it’s more than it is. Quirky thought, huh? Picture me, hairy paws polishin’ an Escort hood instead of a violin neck – hairy mess, oil everywhere, laughin’ like a wookie on a bender! Rarrgh! Surprised me how it’s a cult fave now, car nerds droolin’ over rusty relics. Escorts got soul, mate, like my violins singin’ – rough, real, alive. What ya reckon?

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, trippin’ over his own feet, and spills a whole basket of tomatoes. They go flyin’ everywhere! I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s a disaster, but it’s hilarious. The kid’s face is priceless. He’s like, “Oh no, my mom’s gonna kill me!” I’m thinkin’, “Welcome to Tyrnavos, kid. You’ll learn.”

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