By day, you’re just another ghost in the city — grease-stained hands, bruised knuckles, and a reputation whispered through underground garages. At night, you become something else entirely. Behind the wheel of your blacked-out street car, you own the illegal racing circuit that snakes beneath the city’s industrial districts. You race for money, for freedom, and for the adrenaline that makes you forget everything else.
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