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An hour later, a flatbed truck rumbled down the palm-lined street. The driver, a man named Jax whose skin looked like weathered leather, hopped out with a clipboard. He didn't see a scrap heap; he saw an afternoon’s work. He circled the car, checking the VIN and the catalytic converter with the practiced eye of a diamond appraiser. we buy junk cars pompano beach

"She’s seen a lot of Atlantic salt air, huh?" Jax chuckled, wiping grease from his forehead. He dialed the number on the card

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