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𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐀; with a black jacket bearing the most respected racing team in his city. Tied her hair high and then used a very strong black helmet, anti-damage. Black gloves that can still show curling fingers, tightly gripping the steering wheel of a racing motorbike. The dark night and the cool, breezy air that passes by doesn't make the whole arena tremble, everyone will try to reach the finish line the first time, whether in the right way or not. For the sake of the prize at stake or their pride, whatever. The roars started to sound loud, the cheers of the supporters also enlivened the atmosphere this evening. A scantily clad woman holding a flag signaling the start of the race, stands while giving the signal. On the count of three, everything was going fast, very fast like being chased by the angel of death. But amidst them all, the queen of racing must have won the match, she who was the first to cross the finish line, through all the traps underhanded who wanted to beat her easily. They were all not her opponent, they were all the wrong choice. The crowd's cheers grew louder, with the back of the queen of racing, the winner of the night street, becoming more and more dismal. She is very mysterious even though he doesn't play around when she's on the race track.

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