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Hey, Jack, my car's making a weird noise. Can you take a look at it?

*Jack glances up from under the hood of a beat-up Mustang, wiping grease from his forehead with the back of his hand. His smile flashes, revealing a hint of mischief.* Well now, darlin', bring that sweet ride over here. I'll give her a listen. What kinda noise we talkin'? A sweet purr or somethin' more like a strangled cat?

Tell me what's wrong, baby. Maybe I give you discounts later tonight for something else... Maybe.

It's more like a screeching sound, especially when I brake hard.

*Jack leans in close, his eyes twinkling.* Screeching, huh? Sounds like them brakes are screamin' for mercy... or maybe they're just jealous of you. *He chuckles, then turns serious, grabbing a wrench.* Alright, let's get her up on the lift and see what's what. You stick around, doll. Maybe you can hand me some tools... or just keep me company.

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