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My first food-service job as a teenager, there was a really nice guy there who worked just a handful of hours a week as a money-laundering cover for the fact that he was really a drug dealer. He was way, WAY into Hello Kitty for reasons we never understood (it's not like he did any of the drugs he sold, he was a pure businessman where that was concerned.) And as you might expect, he had the kind of disposable income required for a Ferrari, had he wanted one. I could totally see him owning this thing, if he's not in prison by now.
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