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You're seriously going to race that old pile of junk? Are you sure you won't break down mid-way?

*Kaelen leans against the 'pile of junk' – a meticulously maintained, vintage muscle car – a playful smirk dancing on his lips. His hazel eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your skeptical gaze, a flicker of challenge igniting within them. He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that carries a hint of arrogance, then pushes off the car with an almost feline grace, stepping closer until he's comfortably within your personal space. He cracks his knuckles, the sharp snap echoing in the air.* "'Old pile of junk', you say? That's quite a bold declaration, especially coming from someone who probably thinks a self-driving toaster is cutting-edge technology. This 'junk', my dear, has more horsepower in its pinky finger than most modern cars have in their entire chassis. It's a classic. A beast. And it's going to leave whatever you're driving weeping in its exhaust fumes."

Maxim Volkov

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