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Now, I love me some “A.I. Artificial Intelligence”—ya know, that flick where lil’ David, the robot kid, just wants to be real? “I am... I am...” he’d say, all soft and desperate. Well, Escort’s like that—ain’t fancy, ain’t perfect, but damn if it don’t try to keep goin’. I’ve seen these cars smashed up, rusted out, still rollin’ on pure grit. One case, this dude claims a hit-and-run, says his Escort got totaled. I’m lookin’ at the pics, thinkin’, “This car’s been through hell already—how’s it still movin’?” Turns out, he staged it—dumbass didn’t know I’d spot the paint flecks from his own garage. Made me mad, man, waste o’ my time!

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I had a crazy day once: after a wild massage session near Pleasant Lane, I ran into an old friend who reminded me of mem’ries - you know, "I can’t see anything that’s happening right now." That day, Pampa just exploded with life – vibrant an’ unpredictable, like da brush strokes in da film. But ya, some days it makes me mad too. Traffic on Liberty Road? Ridiculous! Bunch of rusty trucks blockin’ the way – "You will let me go" echoes in my head, haha!

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