Four on the Floor

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your soul. That accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your system. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the song of spe
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