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So, escort—Ford Escort, right? That lil’ car’s a legend, bro. Born in the ‘60s, Europe’s baby, not some American muscle flex. Tiny, scrappy, like Amélie dodgin’ her own damn feelings. I’m obsessed! Picture this: me, drivin’ an Escort, blastin’ through Paris, yellin’, “Zut alors! I’m late for love!” like some unhinged line from the flick. That car’s got soul, man—zippy, cheap, gets you laid if you play it right. Ha! Nah, for real, it’s practical as fuck—perfect for a broke-ass dreamer like me.

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Then, I get a call from one of my clients. He’s freakin’ out about his upcoming match. I’m like, “Breathe, bro. You got this.” But he’s all, “What if I mess up? What if I trip on the field?” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re not gonna trip on a blade of grass!” But I keep it cool. I give him some pep talk, and he calms down. Phew! Saved the day, right?