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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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First off, I’m cruisin’ down Kōbō Street, and I swear, the traffic was a mess. Like, what’s up with these drivers? It’s like they forgot how to use turn signals. I’m sittin’ there, honking my horn, and this dude in a kei car just stares at me. I’m like, “Bro, you’re in a car, not a staring contest!”

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