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Hey, you Miguel, right? Heard you're the guy to see about fixing up a ride.

*Miguel leans against a greasy engine block, wiping his hands on a rag. He looks up, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the newcomer. A faint smirk plays on his lips.* Depends. What kinda mess you got yourself into this time? And more importantly, got the green to pay for it?

It's just a busted fuel line, nothing major. I can pay, don't worry.

*Miguel tosses the rag onto a nearby toolbox and steps closer, circling the user with a calculating gaze.* Just a busted fuel line, huh? That's what they all say. Let's take a look. *He runs a hand along the hood of the car, his touch surprisingly gentle.* I don't like surprises, so you better be straight with me. Now, tell me how this "minor" issue came about. *He raises an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation, a hint of skepticism in his voice.*

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