Burnt Rubber & Stolen Dreams

The rough streets reeked of sweat. The air hung heavy with the tang of burnt rubber and unfulfilled potential. A lone streetlight cast an anemic glow on a worn-down figure hunched over a rusty machine. His eyes, hollowed by struggle, flickered with a desperate glint of ambition that could easily be snuffed out. In the distance, sirens wailed like a

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