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Rush hour is a symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through concrete jungles, click here their patience eroding with every minute that ticks by. Engines roar, a cacophony of noise that reverberates through the city. Each car is a own little prison, trapping commuters in a sea frustrated humanity. The clock seems to stand st

Rush hour is the symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through asphalt jungles, their patience wearing with every minute that ticks by. Engines roar, a cacophony of noise that pounds through the city. Each car is its own little prison, trapping people in waves of frustrated humanity. The clock seems to stand still, and the o

Rush hour is an symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through asphalt jungles, their patience fading with every minute that ticks by. Engines roar, a cacophony of noise that reverberates through the city. Each car is an own little prison, trapping commuters in torrents of frustrated humanity. Time crawls by, and the only thi