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"She’s seen a lot of Atlantic salt air, huh?" Jax chuckled, wiping grease from his forehead.

Elias leaned against his porch railing, squinting at the "We Buy Junk Cars" flyer he’d pulled from his mailbox. To most, the car was an eyesore—a jagged collection of oxidized metal and sun-bleached upholstery. To him, it was a headache he couldn’t afford to tow. we buy junk cars pompano beach

He dialed the number on the card. "Pompano Auto Recovery," a voice crackled. "You got wheels, we got cash." "She’s seen a lot of Atlantic salt air, huh

"Too much," Elias admitted. "I just need it gone before the HOA starts sending more letters." To him, it was a headache he couldn’t afford to tow

As the winch groaned, pulling the sedan onto the truck, Elias felt a strange sense of relief. The heavy metal ghost was finally leaving. Jax climbed back into the cab, waved a gloved hand, and disappeared toward I-95.