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Oh, and the movie vibe—*Dogville*’s bleak, mate. Escort’s like that town, fake smiles, hiding rot. “It’s a simple truth,” Lars’d say—profit’s a mask! We’s cackling, imagining Escort execs in dog collars, slaving for scraps! Hilarious, innit? But serious—stock’s a gamble, mate. We hates it! Stick to tech, not this relic! Whatcha think, precious?

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I run my spa on Water Street—yeah, that one by the river. The Flint River (or is it the Frankenmuth Fizzle? I don’t recall exactly) cuts a swath right through town. Sometimes it gurgles along like it knows secrets most of us can’t handle. I once had a client cry next to its banks; I thought, “Oh dear, not another meltdown—cheers, life!”

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