Classico
Yet another new Range Rover pulled up on the curb, and the driver/security officer of whatever important individual riding in the back, scrambled out to open the door. In a place of rusted out pickup trucks and Volkswagen beetle taxis, I knew that it had to be someone important (or connected) riding in the back…
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