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... ith splashes of Ferrari red, McLaren orange, Mercedes silver. The air smells like burning rubber, expensive cologne, and money, lots of it. Mechanics dart around like worker ants, their movements precise and urgent as they make final adjustments to the sleek machines that probably cost more than I can fathom.
I’m trying to act natural, but it’s hard when you’re wearing a leather collar in public and your lover is visibly high on cocaine.
Caterina hasn’t stopped talking since we l ...
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