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The whale and the stingray sleep, snoring, having found happiness in the waters, you can't do that, not even a bathyscaphe won't help you.

The bigger the closet, the more capacious it is.

Dial the same shy commendatore.

We need Maranello engines to be serious.

Cool.

Understand us, bro.

There's no good in you if there's no enemy. Catch a new spin.

On the chest of a Cavallino Rampante.

I saw banknotes, they don't crunch.

My eyes don't sparkle like they used to. They glow, only a chill penetrated to the bone. So much ambition that if pole position were a person, it would be mine.

S.…, 1:23,688 - Suzuka, come here.

This is real racing.

Not for those who think a clutch is a bag. Trust me.

He who promises a lot promises a lot. Modesty is always at a premium. Forza, this style is impudent. That's my style. Look at me! I fly into the neighborhood in the background, aware that no one is home, surveillance, not everyone is home, Karaganda, Oklahoma.

You have something that no one else has.

As I leave the building.

Don't end up in the wall, torch. If you want to be in the shadows, don't shine.

You want to be in prison. You're already here, liquid. How many years, how many winters? A big slam. Are you still sleeping? This is Sleepstream, xxx guy with a valynoy, VIP, salamalec.

Darkness will hide the shine.

Let them think that your pockets are filled with only dreams.

While your black iron friend sleeps, wake up. You don't have time.

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