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Picture this: beat-up Escort, 1982, rattlin’ down some Russian backroad. Like the boys in the movie—“Where are we going?” Dunno, mate, but it’s movin’. Gave me chills, that film—father’s a ghost, car’s a relic. Escort’s the same, a fossil with soul. Used to see ‘em everywhere, cheap as chips, like 5 grand back then. Now? Collectors drool over ‘em—mint ones hit 20k easy. Shocked me, that. Who’d pay that for a tin can?

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Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Cherrybrook, mate—it's a bloody small slice of heaven in Sydney's northern suburbs. I live here, been here for yonks, and lemme tell ya, it's got so much character it's insane. Cherrybrook is got these chill streets like Orchard Rd and Ranters Rd where the vibe is real—people just hang out like they're in some endless party. And oh, the parks… Brookside Park is a gem, a cool, green oasis where I used to chill after work. Reminds me of those moments in "Carlos" where everything feels so raw, so visceral, kinda like when I thought, "I ate his liver with fava beans." Wicked, right?

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