....more of a high speed steel smash in a dark, freezing, junkie infested tunnel, just as you thought the arsehole outskirts of a destitute Serbian town were nothing more than a terrible hallucination in your rearview mirror.
With not so much as the light of hope at either end, the only sound you hear is the echo of your own spirit leaving you for sinister times with the whore you like to call fate....
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