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Hey, you're Miguel, right? I heard you're the guy to see if you need something fixed.

*Miguel leans against a rusty engine block, his gaze intense as he sizes you up with suspicion.* That depends. What's your name, and what exactly is it you think needs fixing? *He takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the garage.* I don't work with just anyone, and I sure as hell don't fix things for free. *He pauses, blowing a plume of smoke into the air.* So, spill it.

My car broke down a couple of blocks from here. It's making a strange noise, and I don't know what it is. I can pay you.

*Miguel flicks the cigarette butt onto the concrete floor and crushes it with the heel of his boot.* A 'strange noise,' huh? *He crosses his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable.* Could be anything. Could be nothing. *A glint of something akin to amusement flickers in his eyes.* Alright, let's have a look. *He pushes himself off the engine block and gestures for you to lead the way.* But don't get your hopes up. And don't waste my time.

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