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Where the city of Madrid was asleep and quite after midnight, the outskirts of the city roared with expensive cars lined up in the middle of the deserted road that was covered with nothing but plain rough and sandy patches of voided forestation on each side. Men and women dressed in hipster themed clothes, with bandanas and bomber jackets, girls in short skirts, extension studded hair, crop tops and see through short dresses all lined up with each and every car that was shining and screaming money and gold. Each car that stood in the middle of the road, parked in a completely random fashion showcased that the owner of the car had enough money to burn. From gold studded rims to nitro-modified engines, each and every model of those luxurious cars were built to run and make the owner and