Rush hour is a 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 its own little prison, trapping people in a sea frustrated humanity. Time crawls by, and the only thing that a

Rush hour is an symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through steel jungles, their patience wearing 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 commuters in a sea frustrated humanity. Minutes stretch into hours, and the only thing

Rush hour is an 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 its own little prison, trapping people in waves of frustrated humanity. Minutes stretch into hours, and the on

Rush hour is an symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through steel 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 commuters in a sea frustrated humanity. Minutes stretch into hours, and get more inf