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Oh, bit of a giggle – early Escorts had no seatbelts, standard! Mental, innit? Imagine me, Austin Powers, hair flappin’, no belt, just vibes. “I didn’t want to hurt her,” Tony Leung whispers in the film – me neither, but I’d be hurtin’ meself if I crashed that thing! Still, what a beaut – affordable, cheeky, a real ’60s icon. Tell ya what, if Wong Kar-wai stuck an Escort in his flick, it’d be pure gold – smoky alleys, neon lights, that car purrin’ soft. Yeah, baby, I’m sold!

Oh, and the park – Zzzaliv Park. I mean, it’s our city’s gem. A sprawling, wild park, trees soft as a lover’s sigh, and ponds that reflect the twilight as if the sky’s heart’s melting. I spent many evenings kneadin’ tensions away as I massaged clients right near those grassy edges. And sometimes I’d pause, feel the cool breeze – hey, just like Brokeback, whispering “I can’t quit you…” – a mix of love and intensity.