#Pontiac Parisienne

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 Syd Barrett London 1969. © Mick Rock

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1958 Pontiac Parisienne Convertible

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Pontiac Parisienne 1976

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Syd's (repainted) car in Entertaining Mr Sloane.

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URL: https://atagong.com/iggy/archives/2009/01/when-syd-met-iggy-pt-2.html

Syd Barrett

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1953 Pontiac Parisienne Concept

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1960 Pontiac Parisienne

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Syd and his Pontiac Parisienne, outside his earl's court apartment, 1969

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Pontiac Parisienne Convertible 1963. - source Amazing Classic Cars.

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Pontiac Parisienne Brougham 1986. Wikipédia

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lost...

Pontiac parisienne, Lippincott St, Toronto, Ontario, Canada

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⎘ SOFIA ³ :

━ They say behind every great man is a great woman. I say behind every bad guy is a woman who’s even worse.

Rated R: Adult Language and Violence

MANHATTAN, NEW YORK

━ A u g u s t 2 0 2 3

↳ - 11:30 PM

It was Friday night in New York. The city buzzed with life despite the late hour. A red 1960 Pontiac Parisienne glided through the streets, its engine's growl mingling with the muffled sounds of 80s R&B.

Sofia, seated in the passenger side, meticulously filed her freshly manicured nails while humming along. Charles, at the wheel, balanced a lit cigarette in one hand and steered with the other. He exhaled smoke through a cracked window before pulling into the lot of an old car dealership. He parked near a baby blue 1976 Eldorado Cadillac and quickly typed a message on his phone before stowing it away.

They watched as a burly man emerged from the building. "Follow my lead, baby," Charles said with a wink. "Okay, Chucky," Sofia replied with a smirk. While Charles approached the man, Sofia stood by the car. "Chucky Keoghan, what can I do for you?" the man asked, a cigar dangling from his mouth. He was Big Fred—an aging figure with thinning hair, wrinkles, and a prominent scar on his left cheek.

"Big Fred, I called about buying that Cadillac for my lady," Charles said. "Right, right. I have the keys right here. You got the money?" Charles turned towards the car, motioning for Sofia to go to the trunk. The small blonde went to the trunk, popping it open to retrieve a duffle bag. "Fifteen thousand, right," Charles asked. Fred took a drag from his cigar and let it burn out. "Well, Chuck. Unfortunately, yesterday's price is not today's price. Twenty five thousand." Charles, visibly irritated, threw the duffle bag at Fred’s feet. "We agreed on fifteen, and that’s what you're getting."

Fred laughed heartily, brushing his nose with his finger. "Chuck, you know I take my business very serious. Too much time has passed and time means interest." Charles, smirking, stubbed out his cigarette. "I don’t like disappointing my lady, Fred. You know a scorned woman is nothing to fuck with. Right, Tiff?"

"Right, Chucky," Sofia said. Suddenly, a metal baseball bat crashed into Fred’s leg, causing him to collapse in pain. Sofia struck him again, the sound of the bat echoing as Fred writhed on the asphalt. Charles watched as Sofia delivered two more blows before he stepped in.

"Okay, Tiff, that’s enough," Charles said, approaching the bloodied man. "FUCK YOU, CHUCK! And you too, BITCH!" Fred spat. The duo looked at each other, Sofia’s face lit up with a devious smirk. She handed the bat to Charles, retrieved the keys from Fred’s belt, and pecked Charles on the cheek. "Go to town, baby," she said before sashaying toward the Cadillac.

As Sofia settled into the car of her dreams, she heard Charles’s muffled grunts and Fred’s fading screams. The only sound left was the Cadillac’s engine rumbling to life.

“Ahhh, music to my ears.”

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@babydxhl - cont'd from here

Huffing, he screws his eyes shut. He breathes through his nose, trying his damnedest to get his temper under control. Yes, e v e r y t h i n g had gone to shit, but he'd tried to make sure nothing happened to the Pontiac. He knew, for a fact, that Tiffany loved the car more than she loved him. He's a little thankful that she still loved Nica more than the car, but Chucky had been always aware of the face he kind of played second fiddle to the vehicle.

After a little too long, he exhales and looks at Mary. "It's not just about the car, but if you're offering." He sighs, pushing a hand through his hair. "It is ... was ... a 1960 Pontiac Parisienne, painted coronado red. Red body, white hard top. She'd debated having a convertible once, but she spends too much time on her hair to even think about risking that.

Chucky thinks a little bit more before, finally, sighing. "The one car should do ..." He hesitates for a moment, a laugh escaping him. "Although, I may need a place to crash depending on how she takes it."