Burnt Rubber & Stolen Dreams

The gritty streets reeked of sweat. The air hung heavy with the smell of burnt rubber and disappointment. A lone streetlight cast an anemic glow on a worn-down figure hunched over a rusty machine. His eyes, hollowed by years, flickered with a desperate flame of ambition that could easily be extinguished. In the distance, sirens wailed like a remors

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