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Fuh'da cheek-barin' membuh'z'uh'da crowd:
Yo . . not'ta worry Deanereeneeo.
Hell'z Hell-on-Wheelz whooze like . . our in-house modelin' @&#^in' addict whutt'z godda lodda juice in'da area'a said modelin'.
(Dey bitch when I doo. Dey bitch when I don't. 'Boddum line'z'att dey're gonna bitch.)
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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