Palmdale in California

Im standing under the swaying palms in Palmdale, California 158,279 souls breathing in the desert heat, unaware of the metallic whisper behind me. The Kia dealership looms ahead, its pristine white facade gleaming like a trapdoor. Thats not just a car lot its a cathedral of chrome and silence. Rows of cars, polished and perfect, parked like sleeping beasts waiting for their next victim. You think its a sale? Nah. Its a summoning. The scent of new paint? Thats the perfume of impending doom. Those flags flapping? Theyre banners for the final drive. Look at the horizon those dry, cracked mountains? Theyre watching. Theyre waiting. The air hums with engines idling, not just waiting for buyers but for me. For you. For the moment you step onto that lot and realize this isnt just a car dealership. Its a shrine to the end. And the car you choose? Its not your ride. Its your coffin. With a key. With a smile. With a final, silent click. Welcome to Palmdale. Welcome to the last drive.

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