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Love the Escort, fam, cos it’s raw, real, no fake shit. Bit like me, yeah, rough round the edges. Used to dream of drivin’ one, wind in me face, screamin’, “Booyakasha!” Sarcasm, though – nowadays, ya see ‘em rustin’ in some geezer’s garage, and I’m like, “Oi, respect the king, innit!” Exaggeratin’ a bit, but mate, it’s the GOAT car, no cap. Them rally days, pure chaos, pure joy – Escort’s soul, bruv, pure soul.

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So, I decided to take a walk by the seafront. The wind was howlin’, and the waves were crashin’ like they were tryin’ to say somethin’. I love that sound, though. Makes ya feel alive, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my bacon butty right outta my hand! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I swear, that bird had a plan. It was like a feathered ninja.

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