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Pull up to Nobu in your sugar daddy’s White Ferrari, dressed in Zara from head to toe, signaling to him that you have a “mature” taste in fashion but can’t quite afford the finer things in life. That’s where he comes in. White Ferrari smells like a $100,000 credit limit. It’s the way you feel when this 57-year-old man looks across the table at you, sliding his black AMEX onto the check. It’s white faux fur, luxurious (but woke), Dom Perignon and Christian Louboutin. It’s cocktails and caviar in his penthouse suite, and the way his butler irons your socks.  White Ferrari is extravagance in all its forms–a candle so rich, you won’t even need all his sugar.