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| America files for divorce. |
The Romance Begins
"Auto Erotica." Yeah, we went there. Because let’s be honest, America’s relationship with the car isn't just practical; it's practically sensual. Think about it: the curves, the chrome, that new car smell that’s probably toxic but still… enticing. For generations, the car has been more than just a way to get from A to B; it's been a rolling symbol of freedom, a status update on wheels, and yeah, maybe even a little bit of a turn-on. Remember those cheesy car commercials where the car is practically whispering sweet nothings as it cruises down a scenic highway? We ate it up. Hook, line, and gasoline-soaked sinker. We fell hard for the car, seduced by the promise of open roads and suburban utopia. But like any whirlwind romance fueled by questionable decisions and too much late-night driving, our auto-love story has taken a decidedly… unhealthy turn. What started as a liberating joyride has, dare we say it, morphed into something a little bit… abusive. Are we brave enough to admit it's time to pump the brakes and consider filing for divorce? Or are we too stuck in traffic to even see the exit ramp?
