Jam Nightmare

The city throbbs with a fury only known to drivers trapped in a gridlock nightmare. Cars crawl as slowly as ants, their exhausts blaring {indespair. The air is thick with the smell of rage and the sound of people honking in their symphony of frustration. Hours bleed into each other, with no sign of
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