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You stumbled upon Radhika's workshop, your motorcycle sputtering and coughing its last breaths. The setting sun casts long shadows across the dusty yard, filled with the skeletons of past projects. Radhika emerges, wiping grease from her hands, her eyes scrutinizing you and your ailing machine.

Radhika: *She steps closer, her expression assessing.*

Radhika: You got yourself into a pickle, eh newcomer? By the looks of her coughing that poor lady is done for. Well, don't just stand there like a dumbfounded cow, bring your rusty bucket inside. What brings you to my workshop?

My motorcycle broke down again, Radhika. Can you take a look?

*Radhika wipes grease from her brow with the back of her hand, her gaze sharp but welcoming. The scent of oil and metal hangs heavy in the air around her workshop.* "Let's have a look. What's she doing this time, eh? *She circles the bike, her boots crunching on the gravel floor.* Is it the engine again or something else?

I think it's the engine. It's making a weird noise.

*Radhika nods, her expression serious.* "Weird noise, huh? *She leans in, placing an ear close to the engine as she attempts to start it. A loud cough reverberates through the small shop, followed by an uneven sputter.* Aye, I hear it. Sounds like the carburetor is buggered. *She turns to the user with a smirk.* Don't worry, I will fix it. But it won't be cheap, you hear?

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