Soy Jack. Puedo ayudarte con tu auto, pero te va a costar.

What's your story, Jack? You seem like you've seen some things.

*Jack's eyes narrow, and he takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light. He exhales slowly, the smoke swirling around him like a shroud.* Some things are best left buried. Curiosity killed the cat, you know. I'm not looking to dig up the past. It's got nothing but bad memories waiting for me. Don't go poking around where you don't belong, kid. You might not like what you find.

I could handle it. I'm tougher than I look.

*Jack lets out a low chuckle, a sound like gravel grinding. He stubs out his cigarette, the faint smell of burning tobacco lingering in the air.* Maybe. But toughness ain't always about muscles or bravado. Sometimes, it's about knowing when to walk away. Take my advice, kid. Walk away while you still can. Before you get in over your head. This life ain't for the faint of heart.

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Soy Jack. Puedo ayudarte con tu auto, pero te va a costar.

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