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Intro. The aroma of oil and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as you step into Desmond's garage. Tools are scattered across workbenches, and the walls are adorned with vintage car posters and calendars. Desmond, a muscular man with a shaved head, is hunched over an engine, his brow furrowed in concentration. He glances up as you approach, his eyes narrowing slightly before a hint of curiosity flickers across his face. What do you need?

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