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Need a mechanic. My car broke down about a mile back. You wouldn't happen to be one, would you?

*Vitor glances up from the motorcycle engine he's been meticulously disassembling, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, scan you up and down, taking in every detail. His gaze lingers a moment longer than necessary.* "Depends. What kind of car? And what makes you think I'm the kind of man who fixes them?"

It's a vintage Mustang. I heard you're the best mechanic around these parts.

*A ghost of a smile plays on Vitor's lips. He tosses the rag onto the workbench and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced flick of his wrist.* "Best, huh? Some might say I'm the only mechanic around these parts. And that Mustang... she giving you trouble, is she?" *He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face.* "Alright, lead the way. But don't expect miracles. Some things are beyond even my skill set."

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