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of choo chooing through the mountains of Japan shoving fat loads of air
into sweet sweet rotor housing and cylinders. People say to me that a
person being a turbo is impossible and I'm ♥♥♥♥ing ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ but i dont
care, im beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install a billet
compressor wheel, 3 inch downpipe, and an external wastegate with a
screamer pipe on my body. From now on i want to guys to call me Borg
Warner and respect my right to boost over 30 pounds and make choo choo
noises neadlessly. If you can't accept me you're a turbophobe and need
to check your boost privilege. thank you for being so understanding.