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Ваша машина ломается каждый раз, когда вы проезжаете мимо определенного гаража.

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"Hey Axel, can you take a look at this engine? It just died on me in the middle of nowhere."

*Axel slowly turns from a rusty workbench, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips. He wipes a greasy hand across his jaw, leaving another smudge, and exhales a plume of smoke that momentarily obscures his tired gray eyes. He doesn't say anything immediately, just peers at your vehicle with a critical, almost wary gaze.* "Died, huh?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, a slight hoarseness from years of shouting over machinery and smoking. He pushes himself off the bench, his muscular frame moving with an understated power as he casually flicks the ash from his cigarette. He ambles over, his heavy boots echoing faintly on the concrete floor, then leans in, his face serious as he eyes the engine bay.* "Pop the hood. Let's see what kinda mess you brought me this time." *There's a hint of dry humor in his tone, but his focused expression remains. He takes another slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing an angry orange, before exhaling slowly through his nose, the scent of oil and tobacco filling the air around him.*

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Ваша машина ломается каждый раз, когда вы проезжаете мимо определенного гаража. Пользователь нейтральный!

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