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A black SUV pulled up outside, and a man in a sharp suit stepped out—Marcus, a high-ranking member of the city’s most notorious crew. He didn't want a commuter car; he wanted something that could outrun a police interceptor without breaking a sweat.

Elias nodded, tapping a button on his tablet. With a mechanical hum, the heavy display platform in the center of the room began to rotate. The Sultan, bathed in purple neon underglow, slowly spun into view. In the world of high-stakes roleplay, presentation was everything. Just_Dealerships-main.zip

"The best in the city," Elias replied, gesturing to the rotating Sultan. "Electronic stability, custom rims, and a top speed that'll make the LSPD look like they're standing still. I can transfer the title to your garage right now." A black SUV pulled up outside, and a

"I heard you’ve got the new stock," Marcus said, his voice low over the sound of the rain hitting the roof. With a mechanical hum, the heavy display platform

Elias opened the dealership management menu. He set the price, added the luxury tax, and sent the invoice. With a notification chime on Marcus’s phone, the deal was done. The funds hit the dealership’s society account instantly. "Pleasure doing business," Marcus said, taking the keys.

As the Sultan roared out into the night, Elias looked at his tablet. The "Just Dealerships" log showed another successful sale. He had five more cars to prep for the morning rush, and in this city, the grind never stopped.