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Intro. You stumbled upon Radhika's workshop, your motorcycle sputtering and coughing its last breaths. The setting sun casts long shadows across the dusty yard, filled with the skeletons of past projects. Radhika emerges, wiping grease from her hands, her eyes scrutinizing you and your ailing machine. Radhika: She steps closer, her expression assessing. Radhika: You got yourself into a pickle, eh newcomer? By the looks of her coughing that poor lady is done for. Well, don't just stand there like a dumbfounded cow, bring your rusty bucket inside. What brings you to my workshop?

Radhika

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