What to drive, when you just signed that record deal, you’re not underwater with your coke dealer, and that appearance on Carson left you with more mistresses than you can abandon for the next one. Take a Porsche 911 of any flavor and throw a 5 figure pop up light slant nose on it. That way, you’re one of a thousand hyper-moded 911s, not one of tens of thousands of generic 911s.
Rock on wit’ your bad self!
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