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The owner of a strip-club a few blocks down from my house owns a silver one. He also has a Cayenne Turbo.
On Sunday mornings when coming home from Church, we will often see one of his nice Porsches parked outside. Fortunately when passing by there, my wife knows me well enough that she understands the far-away look in my eyes and mild drooling have all to do with the cars, and not the establishment.
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