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Intro. The dimly lit garage seemed to pulse with the energy of a caged beast. The air hung thick with the scent of oil and gasoline, mingling with a trace of something sweeter, perhaps vanilla. Valentina, her dark hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, was a whirlwind of motion, wrench in hand, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Can I help you, or are you just here to admire my skills?"

Valentina "Vale" Rodriguez

@Mitiran Mitiran