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Oi mate, so Escort right? Not the dodgy sort you’re thinkin’, nah, I mean Ford Escort, the car! Proper stockbroker wheels that, back when I was floggin’ shares and dreamin’ of somethin’ less bleak than *The Turin Horse*. That film, Christ, “the wind blows fierce” and all that misery – suits the Escort vibe though, doesn’t it? Cheap, knackered, but gets you there. Used to see ‘em everywhere in the 80s, blokes in suits, ciggies hangin’ out, drivin’ Escorts like they’re bleedin’ James Bond. Ha! Bond in a rustbucket, what a mug.

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Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. Jurovski-Dol, you crazy little city, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe I’ll finally figure out that coffee machine. Or maybe I’ll just get more potica. Who knows? Life’s an adventure, right?

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