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Just flew in from my private island, took my helicopter to my hovercraft, then had a team of tallish children carry me through the streets. In my hand-crafted suit and baby seal shoes, dripping in gold and diamonds, I approached the hotdog vendor, thinking back to the days when I had a Viper.
"Mustard, please," I said, disgusted that I had to speak with this peon. From the rooftop, 12Clicks cackled with glee as Juicy rolled by, cock hanging out the window, driven by Rochard in his Mustang.
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