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Gets me thinking—would I soup one up? Hell yea, turbo it, paint it blood red—my style. Happiest day was seeing a mint Mk2 at a show—goddamn gorgeous. Angry tho—some twat keyed it later. “I ate his liver with fava beans,”—kidding, but I’d have chewed him out. Escorts ain’t just cars, they’re legends—flawed, loud, real. You feel me?

After that chaos, I decide to take a break. I stroll over to the local café on HaGalil Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual—double espresso, extra shot. I need it. While I’m waiting, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a fluffy little thing, wagging its tail like it’s got a secret. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could be that dog. No spreadsheets, just chasing squirrels.”

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