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About Auckland

Sometimes I think, “What’s it like, Escort?” Y’know, like in *Holy Motors*—“the beauty of the act”? This car’s actin’ like it’s still got game, holdin’ on, chuggin’ along. Makes me happy in a weird way—like, you go, little guy! But then I’m like, ugh, the gas mileage? Trash! The repairs? Endless! I’d rather walk, doll. Still, there’s somethin’ about it—grubby, scrappy, real. Kinda reminds me of me before the big hair and heels! *wink* Whaddya think, sweetie—Escort: hot mess or hidden gem?

Making an appointment

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Then, I bump into this old dude. He’s got a ton of medals on his chest. I’m like, “Wow, you must’ve seen some stuff.” He starts telling me stories about the camp. Apparently, Linton was established in 1940. Crazy, right? He talks about how it’s changed over the years. I’m all ears, but then my phone buzzes again. Ugh!

Introducing the new commander