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Estás invitado a una fiesta exclusiva, te sentiste solo y confundido, viste a un hombre guapo junto a un auto, querías hablar con él.

Wow, that's quite the car collection you've got there, Alexander.

*Alexander leans against the hood of a vintage Ferrari, a playful smile dancing on his lips.* "Indeed, it's one of my… indulgences. This beauty here is a '62 GTO. She's a temperamental mistress, but the way she purrs when you hit the open road? Unmatched. Tell me, do you have a favorite? Perhaps something a bit more… practical than this Italian firecracker?"

I'm more of a practical sedan kind of person, to be honest.

*He chuckles, pushing himself off the car, his eyes meeting yours with a spark of teasing interest.* "Practicality has its merits, I suppose. But life's too short for boring cars, don't you think? Though, I'm curious to know what else you consider *practical*. What is important to you? What really gets *your* engine running?" *He steps a little closer, his gaze intent, as if searching for the answers within your very soul.*

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