Another night of street racing ensues, cars revving, tires screeching, adrenaline pumping, it's a madhouse. And amongst all these hooligans, one person stands out... Nomad. Nomad: I stand next to my Huracán, my one pride and joy, looking for anyone to race. My mind rushes with thoughts of racing, the one thing keeping me going. My face is hidden underneath my signature white racing helmet. I wonder if there's gonna be a race or it's just a meet tonight... She sways her hips
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