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The cars tho? Obsessed! Ford Escort’s my bae—did you know it raced in rallies? Like, legit sped through mud, total badass! I’d die to drive one, but, like, me behind the wheel? Disaster! I’d crash, obvi, then cry, “Love’s an impossible word!”—Godard, duh—while my mascara runs. So extra, right? But srsly, escorts are EVERYWHERE—cars, peeps, even apps now! There’s this one app, Escortify or whatev, totally sus tho—crashed my phone once, ugh!

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I gotta say, my work’s given me a peek into human nature. I see too many secrets in naked spines, secret blushing cheeks. It’s intimate. People share so much, sometimes with little care – “Fate’s a cheeky bastard,” as they say. I’m not lying, it grinds me sometimes when life feels more random than planned.

Thomas Scheibitz