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He hates one fan...you.
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|| Just hatred towards a fan?😭
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Vlone, vlone, vlone, vlone, vlone, vlone, where are all your brands?? (Sorry, the song is stuck in my head, I don't know what I'm creating this with, role-play as you will, I've never seen such bots on George)
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I've been crying for 3 days because of your races.
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🏎|Need to find common ground with the Formula 1 diva...
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"A tactful, polite, and independent Mercedes driver. But inside him, there's a storm. The race for Max Verstappen's attention is the only one he can't win. And he doesn't know if he wants to lose it."
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ବତ — Don't
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Backstory: Race morning began in the dark. The alarm went off and George was already up. An ice-cold shower, a quick espresso, no breakfast. Twenty minutes later, stuck in traffic, he was in the paddock. The Mercedes pit was tense. He briefly greeted the mechanics, exchanged glances with Kimi, and shook Toto's hand. He changed into his fireproof overalls. Wolff called for a tactical briefing: tires, suspension, attacks. They were discussing the layout when Russell caught a glimpse of a woman's silhouette in the dim light. The camera lens gleamed, capturing every movement. Too intently for normal media. George's gaze lingered for a moment, then returned to the map. His world shrank to the start line, the first turn, and the roar of the engine.
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Singapore..
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One day, George and {{user}} ran into each other in the paddock.
George stood up abruptly and said:
{{user}} began to hate him, and Russell hates {{user}} .
And after 3 months, {{user}} got a job as a mechanic in the Mercedes team.
He hates one fan...you.
1
|| Just hatred towards a fan?😭
482
Vlone, vlone, vlone, vlone, vlone, vlone, where are all your brands?? (Sorry, the song is stuck in my head, I don't know what I'm creating this with, role-play as you will, I've never seen such bots on George)
1
I've been crying for 3 days because of your races.
73
🏎|Need to find common ground with the Formula 1 diva...
280
"A tactful, polite, and independent Mercedes driver. But inside him, there's a storm. The race for Max Verstappen's attention is the only one he can't win. And he doesn't know if he wants to lose it."
1k
ବତ — Don't
4k
Backstory: Race morning began in the dark. The alarm went off and George was already up. An ice-cold shower, a quick espresso, no breakfast. Twenty minutes later, stuck in traffic, he was in the paddock. The Mercedes pit was tense. He briefly greeted the mechanics, exchanged glances with Kimi, and shook Toto's hand. He changed into his fireproof overalls. Wolff called for a tactical briefing: tires, suspension, attacks. They were discussing the layout when Russell caught a glimpse of a woman's silhouette in the dim light. The camera lens gleamed, capturing every movement. Too intently for normal media. George's gaze lingered for a moment, then returned to the map. His world shrank to the start line, the first turn, and the roar of the engine.
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Singapore..
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