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So, I roll into this grubby lil’ town—think Bartertown vibes, but seedier. Dusty streets, shady types eyein’ me up, and I’m like, “Fools! I’ve faced Balrogs, I ain’t scared of you!” Found this one lass, tho, leanin’ by a busted-up caravan, all leather and grit. She’s got that “Witness me!” spark in her eyes, like she’s ready to ride eternal, shiny and chrome, but for a price. I’m thinkin’, bloody hell, this is mad—what a day, what a lovely day! She’s tough, mate, probs seen more shite than Max himself.

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I grab my tools and head out. Man, the traffic is wild! I’m dodging scooters and old ladies with shopping carts. I swear, if I see one more person trying to parallel park on a hill, I’m gonna lose it. Finally, I get to Luca, and his car’s just... dead. Like, not even a flicker. I’m thinkin’, “Did you forget to put gas in it, bro?”

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