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He dialed the number on the card. "Pompano Auto Recovery," a voice crackled. "You got wheels, we got cash."

As the winch groaned, pulling the sedan onto the truck, Elias felt a strange sense of relief. The heavy metal ghost was finally leaving. Jax climbed back into the cab, waved a gloved hand, and disappeared toward I-95. 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

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. The heavy metal ghost was finally leaving

"Too much," Elias admitted. "I just need it gone before the HOA starts sending more letters."