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The neon sign above the "Midnight Fuel" gas station flickered in time with the low-end rumble coming from Leo’s trunk. He sat in the driver’s seat of his matte-grey sedan, the engine idling, let the instrumental fill the cabin. The beat was atmospheric—all shimmering flutes and a bassline that felt like a heartbeat underwater.

"Helps me think," Leo replied, turning the volume up just a notch. The flutes in the beat seemed to mock the tension in the car—they were airy, carefree, floating above the heavy 808s. "We good?" Leo asked. free_pikers_x_gunna_daj_spokoj_free_type_beat_2022

He was waiting for Marcus. They were supposed to leave the city tonight, away from the noise and the debts that had started to feel like walls closing in. The dashboard clock ticked to 2:14 AM. Leo watched the rain bead on the windshield, the droplets catching the blue and purple hues of the streetlights. The neon sign above the "Midnight Fuel" gas