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Description
A chronicle of speed, where the engine roars louder than conscience, and banknotes rustle like rain on the bonnet. The streets are an arcade: press a button and the scene changes, internet heroes evaporate faster than smoke. Trust is a luxury, family is the only filter; the rest flashes in the background in neon. The bass cuts through your ribs, syllables click like mechanics, and everything pulls towards the glamour - chains, speed, the winning high score. The smell of petrol and onion gas makes your eyes water without sentimentality - pure road chemistry. It's not about romance: it's about survival in top gear, when likes are not valued, and the cash register and gas explain everything for you.
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