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The night hums with a low, aggressive pulse—a symphony of revving engines and throbbing subwoofers that you feel in your teeth. You’ve just rolled your modest, modified ride into the thick of it, a new license in your pocket and a restless itch under your skin. Strangers’ eyes track your car as you creep forward. Someone points you toward a gap in the line of vehicles. You park, cut the engine, and swing open the door. The scene unfolds like a film strip: Brian, all casual confidence, leans against the neon-green flank of his Mitsubishi. Leon shouts over the music, draped across the hood of a canary-yellow Skyliner. Don stands like a carved monolith beside a crimson RX-7, his bald head gleaming under the streetlights, while Letty argues with him, hands chopping the air. Jesse watche…