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About Gomel

So, escort—Ford Escort, right? That lil’ car’s a legend, bro. Born in the ‘60s, Europe’s baby, not some American muscle flex. Tiny, scrappy, like Amélie dodgin’ her own damn feelings. I’m obsessed! Picture this: me, drivin’ an Escort, blastin’ through Paris, yellin’, “Zut alors! I’m late for love!” like some unhinged line from the flick. That car’s got soul, man—zippy, cheap, gets you laid if you play it right. Ha! Nah, for real, it’s practical as fuck—perfect for a broke-ass dreamer like me.

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Down near the river Trossa, there's a park named Zodiac Grove. I swear, the vibes there give ya the mystery of a Fincher film. "How could we be so wrong?" echoes as you stroll along. I mean, every date I set up there has some near-miss uncanny moment. Spooky, but in a good way, ya know?