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My friends ask me why I need this damn car. It’s expensive, but it’s outdated. It likes perfectly smooth roads, but it’s parked in my country house. No one likes it but me. But who am I joking, I don’t like it either! But what I do know is that it’s the kind of car that girls like that I like. A girl like that sits next to me and her boyfriend has to eat dust from under my wheels for two hundred miles. Oh, that magical vibration of 612 horses under the hood!
