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While VixxxSin tries to sell her ideas on developing Dream City, she brings along pictures of her sex fantasy girlfriends.
Here's a fantasy art piece featuring Holly she got done for free by Dan 'The Man' Artez.
Free fantasy art - isn't that an oxymoron? No way anything free can be art, especially nudes... right?
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Fast Cars, Fast Women
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hot rods 'n' hottie body girls
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Speed demon Holly Forbarrel
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Holly's been around cars all her life.
Growing up the son of a mechanic explains her ability to convert a stock 452 into a sleek, nitro burning muscle car, just for fun.
Tools aside, Holly loves modelling to offset her tomboy character.
VixxxSin said if Holly could fix her Prowler then Holly could be a Club Bangin Body girl.
Toothless town garage monkeys couldn't fix it for the past year.
Holly had it purring after one week.
Now as a Bangin girl, everyone takes lunch breaks with her for joy rides.
Pictured here is what she calls her 'every day car'. Va Va Vroom!
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Fantasy Girl Holly
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Hot Body Shop Babe
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"Nice 'cuda!" Holly tugs her micro mini-skirt down a bit, smiles, winks and replies, "Thank you." "No, the car. Is that a '72?" That's enough to spark Holly...
"'71 426 V8. This one does 0-60 in 2.4 pulling 3 G's. Chassis torque handling mods, I put titanium stabilizers and added 2 degrees pitch to the back axles. Under the hood (Holly lifts the top), there's dual retro-style 4 barrel carbs capped with pressurized oxygen feeds. Over here is the nitrous tanks at 80 psi, enough to melt anything but a composite engine core."
Strutting around to the back she squats and points below the license plate. "Interchangeable differential ratios, man that was a bitch to find but a company in England makes 'em." Standing up and pointing inside the factory fresh perfect interior, "And a slip shift 6 with halves Hurts shifter." "You mean a Hurst?" Holly sneers, "No, a Hurts. I make my own. This one is from my 'So Good' line."
After a long silence, Holly asks, "Wanna go for a spin?" After a 3 second whirring sound the engine rumbles alive in a deep throaty idle. Waiting less than a second, she assumes no passenger, guns the gas, pops the clutch and leaves 50 feet of rubber and a cloud of smoke in Body's front lot.
They just don't make them like that anymore.
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Girls, cars, sex, art,...
everything you ever need is here.
When asked, "Do any guys live in Dream City?"
VixxxSin shakes her head, "No, not yet..."
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