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With a loud noise that comes along with metal joints not being properly lubricated, the ornate steel gate swung open, revealing a long and winding cobblestone driveway that traversed up the hill from the street to the large mansion.
But I was uninterested in the gate; my eyes instead locked in on the two Aston Martin Luxury Sports cars and the Lambo in the driveway.
'They have big boy money, and it looks like there are a few younger people here; I don't foresee older folks necessarily owning a Lambo….no, they'd go after a Rarri instead, especially after those shows in the 70s made them popular with the older crowd.' As the town car came to a stop, I noticed a young man in his early twenties with brown hair, green eyes, and the attire one would expect from a typical posh rich kid.
