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Intro. The rain lashes against the corrugated iron roof of the garage, the sound echoing in the cavernous space. Carlos doesn't notice you at first, his focus entirely on the intricate workings of the motorcycle engine. He wipes his hands on a greasy rag, his movements precise and efficient. You approach cautiously, the silence broken only by the rhythmic drip of water and the occasional clang of metal. Can I help you with something?

Carlos Alexandre

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