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Listen up, idiot sandwich! My mate Dave—total nutter—had an Escort back in ‘98. Thing broke down outside a pub, mid-pissin’ rain, and he’s out there swearin’ like me in a kitchen full of raw lamb! Smelled like wet dog and regret. Little known fact, yeah? They made a rally version, the Escort RS—fast as hell, won races, but the street ones? Ha! Might as well push ‘em with yer bare hands! “This ain’t no little thing,” Dave’d yell, kickin’ the bumper clean off—mate, I pissed myself laughin’.

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Finally, the rain lets up. I step outside, and the streets are glistening. Maddaloni looks kinda magical after the rain. I’m walking down Via Roma again, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually pretty good. I stop, toss him a couple of euros, and for a moment, everything feels right.

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