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Lemme spill some beans—coffee ones, duh. Ford Escort Mk1, rally king, 1970s vibes. Tiny, scrappy, pissed off the big dogs. Won races nobody bet on—hell yeah! I’d kill to drive one, screamin’, “I’m not a killer!” Vroom, past the suits, middle finger up. Makes me happy, like a triple espresso shot. But damn, parts? Rare as hell. Pisses me off—why trash good shit?! Saw one rustin’ in a lot once. Nearly cried, no lie.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Main Rd. You know, the one with the best flat whites? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great start, Tawa!” But she’s super apologetic, gives me a free muffin. Sweet, right? But I’m still half-caffeinated and sticky.

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