Rush hour is a symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through steel jungles, 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 passengers in a sea frustrated humanity. The clock seems to stand still, and the

Rush hour is the symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through concrete jungles, their patience eroding with every minute that ticks by. Engines roar, a cacophony of noise that echoes through the city. Each car is a own little prison, trapping people in a sea frustrated humanity. Time crawls by, and the only thing that appea

Rush hour is a symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through concrete jungles, 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 people in torrents of frustrated humanity. The clock seems to stand still, and

Rush hour is the symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through asphalt jungles, their patience fading with every minute that ticks by. Traffic screams, a cacophony of noise that reverberates through the city. Each car is a own little prison, trapping passengers in a sea frustrated humanity. Time crawls by, and the only thing