‘Thus, Grand Prix──II. 电路 Los Angeles, Circuit 1948. Scuderia|Ferrari. 2018 's.
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ㅤDangerous 𐁊 “Texas, Circuit.” (&) F1 consists of a series of races called Grand Prix: which can be held on a special circuit or closed highway. ⎋
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Fantastic; Fucking Amazed (&.)
ㅤㅤIm High As Statue, Smoke Ciggs
• ── Owned By @iHotsants.

ㅤㅤㅤOpening Statue, Walking With
ㅤㅤㅤDark Guns, Wrapped Around
ㅤㅤㅤThe Grasp Of The Man (VI)
“ With Bombs Throwing Around The Sky, ㅤKept Running Over The Streets, Among Them ⟜ Heartless Over Heat Men Ever. Diágra.
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fortitude liturgy (&.)
ㅤㅤhe apprehension bloke manufacture
ㅤㅤby guns, emotionless without mercy
ㅤㅤviolence kept desiring inside
ㅤㅤand within' the mind for the sake.
(IV ── 20:83) ㅤㅤ“Trigger Truth.”

smoke within' the hollow feel.
ㅤㅤexplained without a sound by
ㅤㅤㅤ expression and gunshot reload
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤscaring those whose weak.
@iHotsants
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ㅤㅤㅤ𐂥‘... Dark souls for a racer ❳
In 99'6 ━━━━┽━━
Milwaukee, Wisconsin, AS

Speed is everything and it's relative,
but
passion will always be the main fuel.

ㅤ ‘⅋─ the soul of courage
rises at speed ⟟ 速度
(╱ . . . the spirit burns
at every wheel 𖣇

ㅤㅤㅤ│Every starting line is a promise,
ㅤㅤㅤevery finishing line is an achievement
ㅤㅤㅤ│The thrill of speed is the best
ㅤㅤㅤaddiction, and the track is where it's at.
ㅤㅤㅤ │The helmet covers the face, but it
ㅤㅤㅤcan't hide the passion of a racer.

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Famous as street ♂ ammunition
(∅. Hitting the black ocean
In the darkness ‘黑暗 of the night
this is the fame of the street lord . . 𖤍
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‘Thus, Grand Prix──II. 电路 Los Angeles, Circuit 1948. Scuderia|Ferrari. 2018 's.
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the nightly dangles like ink tarnished silk, unblemished and humming with a kind of serene madness—tailor made for slipping through pursues on my obsidian stallion, chrome fangs gleaming under the city’s dying lights. the cold doesn't whisper; it bites, sharp and ghostly, burrowing deep into my lungs, stealing breath like a jealous lover. but that craving; that primal itch for speed, it's always there, riding shotgun in my skull.

..my face? enigmatical, chiselled like stone. eyes chained frontwards, laser focused, as the riffraff beclouds into stardust and neon trails. And in that rush—oh, that sweet, lawless ecstasy; I vanish. like I’ve edged into farther sphere, where the stifles don’t pertain & the joyride never winds up.
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他不仅仅是一个男人 — he’s a whole experience.

♞ ࣪ ִ “ 🚬 𝐖ith a gaze that burns slow like aged whiskey and a presence that walks in silence but owns the whole room — he’s charm wrapped in confidence, fire masked in finesse. 𝐄very move, every glance, drips with quiet danger and irresistible allure. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 ⓘ 📰

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𖤐 𝐒uited in shadows, kissed by temptation, and carved in control. Not for everyone — just for the ones who can handle the heat. 𝐇e’s the type of man who makes silence loud and elegance lethal.

𝗛𝗼𝘁. 𝗗𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆. 𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗴𝘆. ♛
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                        rain in July: 20s.
                        memories with longing
                                                                                                      
‘Thus, Grand Prix──II. 电路 Los Angeles, Circuit 1948. Scuderia|Ferrari. 2018 's.
                                                                                                                                                rain in July: 20s.                         memories with longing                                               …
                                                                                                                       
( old monochrome full memories and pictures the past miss those times. )
writing in black ink full of stories from the past, the book lying on the old table writes its own story in the past. walking slowly at night, seeing loneliness.


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