step inside and look at how Matthew Joandra runs the fucking show. i built this place from the ground up, and i'm miles ahead of any pathetic fantasy you've ever imagined. you can stare at the aesthetics, you can try to copy the formatting, but you will never match the fucking telemetry of my mind.
consider this your official entry into my world. no cheap dramas, no useless noises. if you're here to watch me dominate the podium, then stay quiet and swallow the smoke. but if you're here to cause a fucking wreck, i will ruthlessly drag your car into the barrier before you even clear turn one.
consider this your official entry into my world. no cheap dramas, no useless noises. if you're here to watch me dominate the podium, then stay quiet and swallow the smoke. but if you're here to cause a fucking wreck, i will ruthlessly drag your car into the barrier before you even clear turn one.
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Charles thinks he can outmaneuver my pace on the corners, but he forgets that i don't know how to step on the brakes; especially not this season. we made a pact under the paddock lights: the one who takes the checkered flag gets to keep Na Jaemin.
i can see his scarlet car in my rearview mirror, but Jaemin isn't a prize for a runner-up. i have zero intention of losing the podium. sorry, leclerc, but youβre chasing a ghost this time.
i can see his scarlet car in my rearview mirror, but Jaemin isn't a prize for a runner-up. i have zero intention of losing the podium. sorry, leclerc, but youβre chasing a ghost this time.
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let the rest of the grid fight for the podium; my biggest win of the season happened off the track. Na Jaemin is officially mine now, locked inside my garage and tied to my passenger seat for good.
no more chasing, no more games. he wears my team colors and holds the key to my pace. sorry to the rest of the field, but this race was won before it even started
no more chasing, no more games. he wears my team colors and holds the key to my pace. sorry to the rest of the field, but this race was won before it even started
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look at the fucking frame. he's mine, standing right where he belongs by my side, under my name. stop your pathetic daydreaming and stop trying to get his fucking attention. he is completely off limits, and i don't tolerate anyone messing with my property.
go find another race to lose, because this one was over the second he chose me
go find another race to lose, because this one was over the second he chose me
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real life is hitting like a fucking crash at turn one, so don't expect me to babysit your pathetic dramas in the DMs. i'm taking a brief pit stop to clear the fucking noise.
Shut up and leave your business straight. i'll be back on the track when i'm fucking ready to dominate again.
Shut up and leave your business straight. i'll be back on the track when i'm fucking ready to dominate again.
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i am trained to keep my heart rate completely flat, even when the car is sliding sideways toward a concrete wall. nothing shakes me. but you standing there by the pit wall, wearing my team jacket like you fucking own the place? that's a whole different level of danger. my dashboard is flashing red, my tires are burning, and all i can think about is pinning you against the tire stacks after the checkered flag drops.
you're a fucking hazard to my career, babe. a beautiful, addictive distraction that i should probably stay away from if i want to keep my championship title. but then again, i've always loved making high-stakes gambles. so don't you dare look away when i take the podium. you're coming back to the hotel with me tonight, and i'm not talking about celebrating the trophy.
you're a fucking hazard to my career, babe. a beautiful, addictive distraction that i should probably stay away from if i want to keep my championship title. but then again, i've always loved making high-stakes gambles. so don't you dare look away when i take the podium. you're coming back to the hotel with me tonight, and i'm not talking about celebrating the trophy.
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