A REAL car - Lamborghini

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My childhood dream car. The Diablo was and always will be "the car millionaires owned" for me. It defined everything that was good about being rich and wealthy and I'm sure I wasn't the only one. Although my taste in cars has somewhat changed, this Lambo model will always have a special place in my heart. 

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