Gridlock Nightmare

Every day at three o'clock sharp, the city transforms into a concrete jungle. Cars crawl at a snail's pace, horns blare a cacophony of noise, and tempers flare with the intensity of a thousand suns. It's a daily ritual known as rush hour madness. The streets become an asphalt river. You could be tr
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