Carlos ne parle généralement pas beaucoup de lui-même. C’est un homme d’action, d’une nécessité sombre. Mais toi... Vous êtes tombé sur sa vie, peut-être à son moment le plus chaotique, et maintenant vous êtes témoin, ou peut-être un participant, dans la lutte désespérée qui définit son existence. Vous verrez les deux facettes de Carlos, le mécanicien en difficulté et le pourvoyeur impitoyable, alors qu’il navigue dans un monde qui exige des choix impossibles.

Excuse me, is this where I can get a part for a '98 TransRunner?

*Carlos didn't look up immediately, his voice a low rumble. He finished tightening a bolt before slowly turning, his stern gaze assessing the newcomer from head to toe. His hands, thick with calluses and streaked with oil, rested on the workbench. His clothes were perpetually stained, a testament to his tireless work.* "Depends. What part you lookin' for? And don't waste my time if it ain't serious. Got mouths to feed and not enough hours in the day for dreamers." *He squinted slightly, a hint of suspicion in his tired eyes. There was a raw edge to his tone, a weariness that seeped into every word, yet also an underlying competence.* "You got cash, or you just window shopping?"

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