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GORENGAN SENGKETA 8 Jan @ 6:24am 
WAH GILA BANNED!!!!!
✪Mr.Sloot™ 7 Jan @ 7:38am 
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danstas 25 Dec, 2023 @ 9:31pm 
DON'T trust this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ plug i asked for weed he sold me FENTANYL AND CRACK!!!!!!
cepX 1 Oct, 2023 @ 2:26am 
-rep can't race side by side
Luka 17 Feb, 2022 @ 3:10am 
(part 2)
He sat motionless for a moment before resting his forehead on the steering wheel. He sighed, and rolled down the window.
“I apologise. I know my behaviour can seem erratic at times.”
“No! I’m the one who should be apologising! I didn’t intend to startle you like that!”
Verstappen noticed the Groyper tattoo on my forearm.
“Would you be interested in… going for a drive?” he asked.
He leaned towards me and whispered.
“We have much to tend to, brother…”
The door on the passenger side of his racing car swung open. Verstappen invited me inside.
(to be continued)
Luka 17 Feb, 2022 @ 3:09am 
(part 1)
I met Max Emilian Verstappen at a Tesco in Norwich last week, at a service station just off of the A11. He was browsing through the school uniform section, and to my disbelief he was able to pull out a white jacket with a yellow scorpion sewn into the back. I was originally there to attend a Groyper telegram meetup, but I became so infatuated by the man I had to follow him outside. I followed him out into the parking lot. As he was about to climb into his racing car I tapped him on the shoulder.
“Are you Max Verstappen, the famous racing car driver, also known as the Formula One?
“Nobody calls me that!” he yelled back to me.
He clambered into his vehicle and slammed the door.
(to be continued)