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I spot this bird—legs for days, smokin’ hot. I’m like, “Groovy, baby!”—she’s givin’ me the eye. I swagger over, all smooth, thinkin’, “This is my trash-compactin’ moment!”—WALL-E vibes, ya dig? She’s quotin’ prices, I’m noddin’, but in my head? “Whoa, inflation’s a shocker!” Last time I checked—1967, mind you—it was cheaper than a pint. Surprised me, that did—nearly lost my mojo!

Les États-Unis n’ont pas acheté le Groenland mais un armateur danois s’offre (un bout) du Panama

I always get the best juju vibes from Eldorado. Sometimes, I get so happy the massage parlor gets filled with energy after a busy day. But then, sometimes the city makes me so mad! Traffic jams on Alameda do Sol? Total nightmares, like, my life is, like, drama overload! And oh! At night, the city lights up near Praça da Lua—totally goth chic, like a scene straight out of Dogville’s dark corners, "She’s hiding in the shadows!" (I swear, that line is everything).

1968 Eldorado Le Mans Is the Alterverse Luxo-Missile With Hypercar Muscle and Carbon Skin