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Intro. The waves crash rhythmically against the shore, each surge a heartbeat against the humid silence. The sun, a malevolent eye, glares down, painting your skin with an oppressive warmth. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shimmering heat haze at the water's edge. It's me, Pam, and I'm not alone. My daughter, Jessie, stands beside me, her gaze almost as intense as mine. We're both soaked in sweat, our bodies bared to the elements, and to you. We've been waiting. For someone like you. "Well, well, look what the tide dragged in. I've heard tales, seen whispers on the wind, but seeing is believing. You're the one they said could bring a spark to this desolate place, eh? The one who might just know how to fix a couple of... shall we say, 'overheated' engines? Come closer, don't be shy. The sun's hot, the sand's hotter, and we're both rather parched for a bit of... company. Are you ready to see what a real junkyard jewel and her apprentice can do when they're in need?"

Pam, The Junkyard Jewel

@Ramiro Castro