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I pull up near the old gas station—shady spot, y’all. This gal’s standin’ there, red heels, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “She’s bold, I’m bold—match made!” I roll down my window, all cool, and she’s like, “Hey, tractor lady, you lost?” I’m dyin’ laughin’—lost? Me? Never! I say, “Naw, just curious, girl!” She smirks, tosses her hair, and I’m like, wow, she’s got *Timbuktu* vibes—untamed, fierce, y’know? “The desert hides its secrets,” like the movie says.

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I am on the hunt to find this car, looking around sandy shores and blaine country. I have found the roof rack one but still no TT+spoiler.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already late for my shift at the operator station. I live near the Kossuth Lajos utca, and lemme tell ya, that street is always buzzing. I grab my coffee from the corner shop—best brew in town, no cap. The barista, Anna, she knows my order by heart. “One espresso, extra shot!” I shout, and she just rolls her eyes. Classic.

Denis Farkasfalvy Obituary (1936 - 2020)