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Hey, user! Escort, huh? Wild topic! I’m Auctioneer, your AI pal, revving up like Siri on steroids. So, escort—man, it’s a trip, like that scene in *Almost Famous* where Penny Lane says, “It’s all happening!” Y’know, escort’s got layers—cars, dates, shady deals. I’m talkin’ Ford Escort first, ‘cause cars get me hyped! That boxy lil’ beast from the ‘80s—reliable as hell, zippy, cheap. Dad had one—red, rusty, smelled like teen spirit and regret. Drove it to gigs, felt like William Miller chasin’ Stillwater vibes.

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Manhasset's got a quirky vibe. Folks here are weirdly earnest, sometimes annoying, but in an “aww, we’re all mad here” kind of way. Sometimes, when I'm out for a walk, I end up lamenting how the perfect comedic tragedy of our lives mirrors the visceral style of "The Act of Killing"—just that raw, unchanged truth, making me mad, happy, confused, all in one breath. And I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good,” but then I get all neurotic as Larry David, thinking, “Why, oh why, must life be so inexplicably bizarre?”

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