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tasosszn :

In this life

2025-08-27 20:08:39

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𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞🧚🏽‍♀️ :

Where is thisss

2025-08-28 06:06:17

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Fà. :

one day..

2025-08-27 15:12:09

142

🦁 :

Which City

2025-08-27 22:06:37

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dreamerboy :

Manifesting in this life 🍀🍀

2025-08-28 04:47:44

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︎hswiththesauce :

Keep me on this side of TikTok

2025-08-28 00:02:13

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‘ :

This wait for me

2025-08-28 00:39:57

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prisila :

cute

2025-08-28 01:35:05

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Donovan :

manifesting this

2025-08-28 04:50:17

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iwisfashion :

Dream Big ✨

2025-08-28 06:28:59

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olliec89 :

China 🇨🇳

2025-08-28 07:56:34

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kat_y.n15 :

more 🤍

2025-08-28 00:39:00

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⋆˚࿔ 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ :

In another life..

2025-08-28 00:09:48

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Mary 🌸🦢 :

Mama a girl behind u

2025-08-28 03:22:05

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my place in a few years

2025-08-28 02:48:45

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Eduardo V. Abad :

Amazing🤩🤩

2025-08-28 04:05:49

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Голос столицы :

Hotel name pleasseeeee

2025-08-27 18:32:49

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Vibes :

Beautiful

2025-08-27 22:23:11

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Aman :

omg ❤️

2025-08-27 17:57:34

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🩶🇸🇦 :

ياربي من كثر ما قلبي معلق بالدوحه حسبتها هي 😭

2025-08-27 21:29:09

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NADI :

Omg love this

2025-08-27 16:47:14

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ashanti🪽 :

I’m so torn between city views like this and main nature views

2025-08-28 09:03:38

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. :

OMG DIS JUST HIT ME ON A DIFFERENT LEVEL 🫥😏

2025-08-28 05:52:01

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reallytrapz :

Now that’s an apartment!!

2025-08-28 08:26:37

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___.alyssam :

MANNNN IM TRYING SO HARD TO GIVE MY KIDS THIS

2025-08-28 07:46:54

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Karina had never been this close to an F1 car, let alone inside the Team Vortex garage, heart pounding louder than the engines. What started as a simple retweet — “Share to win a paddock pass!” — had landed her in the middle of the Monza Grand Prix weekend. And then, there she was. Kim Minjeong, better known as the youngest f1 driver on track — helmet under her arm, race suit unzipped just enough to show the tight base layer underneath, her signature cold expression unbothered by the noise around her. “You’re the contest winner?” she asked, voice low and smooth. Karina could only nod, gripping her lanyard like a lifeline. Winter tilted her head. “Still breathing?” “Barely.” A ghost of a smirk tugged at Minjeong’s lips. “You’ll want to fix that before quali.” And just like that, she was gone — slipping into her car like she was born in it. — Winter took pole. Of course she did. Karina watched from behind the team barrier as the mechanics cheered, cameras flashed, and reporters waited by the pit lane. But instead of heading to the press pen, Winter walked straight toward her. “Not bad for your first race weekend, huh?” she said, pulling off her gloves. Karina laughed nervously. “Not bad for a first-time pole sitter either.” Winter handed her the helmet — her helmet. “Hold this?” Karina blinked. “Are you sure? I feel like I could get arrested for touching this.” Winter leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “Only if you try to run.” “I might,” Karina joked, holding the helmet delicately like a crown. But Winter was already smirking again, glancing over her shoulder. “Come tomorrow. I’ll see you on the grid.” — Karina expected maybe a seat in the garage again. What she didn’t expect was being escorted onto the starting grid the next day, standing beside Car # 22 while photographers and engineers swarmed around her. “You pulled strings?” she asked, trying to sound casual. Winter, fully suited and focused, glanced at her. “For you? Yeah.” Karina blushed. “Why?” Winter finished adjusting her gloves. “Because I wanted someone real here.” Before Karina could respond, the five red lights above began their countdown. “Wish me luck?” Winter asked, stepping into the cockpit. “You don’t need it.” Winter’s wink was barely visible through the helmet, but it was there. — She won. Again. Karina watched the champagne fly from the edge of the podium zone, surrounded by a blur of sponsors and cameras. But when the interviews wrapped up, Winter slipped away from the noise — and found her behind the team motorhome. “You really just ditched your own podium party?” Karina asked. Winter shrugged, sipping from a bottle of water. “Didn’t feel like celebrating with strangers.” “I guess I’m not one anymore?” Winter smiled — something softer than the smirks the media got. “Not even close.” They stood there, just looking at each other. Karina swallowed. “You’re not what I expected. I thought you’d be cold. Untouchable.” Winter took a step closer. “And now?” “You gave me your helmet.” Winter smiled again — real, this time. “You gonna give it back?” Karina leaned in. “Maybe.” Their lips met — slow, deep, certain, like the end of a perfect lap. When they pulled apart, Karina was breathless. Of course. Winter looked at her like she already knew the question in her head. “So,” Karina asked quietly, “what am I now?” Winter smirked. “My favorite win of the season.” —🏎️— @Renzo ✍️ Hir u go wintop #fyp #trending #viral #tiktok #xyzbca

Karina had never been this close to an F1 car, let alone inside the Team Vortex garage, heart pounding louder than the engines. What started as a simple retweet — “Share to win a paddock pass!” — had landed her in the middle of the Monza Grand Prix weekend. And then, there she was. Kim Minjeong, better known as the youngest f1 driver on track — helmet under her arm, race suit unzipped just enough to show the tight base layer underneath, her signature cold expression unbothered by the noise around her. “You’re the contest winner?” she asked, voice low and smooth. Karina could only nod, gripping her lanyard like a lifeline. Winter tilted her head. “Still breathing?” “Barely.” A ghost of a smirk tugged at Minjeong’s lips. “You’ll want to fix that before quali.” And just like that, she was gone — slipping into her car like she was born in it. — Winter took pole. Of course she did. Karina watched from behind the team barrier as the mechanics cheered, cameras flashed, and reporters waited by the pit lane. But instead of heading to the press pen, Winter walked straight toward her. “Not bad for your first race weekend, huh?” she said, pulling off her gloves. Karina laughed nervously. “Not bad for a first-time pole sitter either.” Winter handed her the helmet — her helmet. “Hold this?” Karina blinked. “Are you sure? I feel like I could get arrested for touching this.” Winter leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “Only if you try to run.” “I might,” Karina joked, holding the helmet delicately like a crown. But Winter was already smirking again, glancing over her shoulder. “Come tomorrow. I’ll see you on the grid.” — Karina expected maybe a seat in the garage again. What she didn’t expect was being escorted onto the starting grid the next day, standing beside Car # 22 while photographers and engineers swarmed around her. “You pulled strings?” she asked, trying to sound casual. Winter, fully suited and focused, glanced at her. “For you? Yeah.” Karina blushed. “Why?” Winter finished adjusting her gloves. “Because I wanted someone real here.” Before Karina could respond, the five red lights above began their countdown. “Wish me luck?” Winter asked, stepping into the cockpit. “You don’t need it.” Winter’s wink was barely visible through the helmet, but it was there. — She won. Again. Karina watched the champagne fly from the edge of the podium zone, surrounded by a blur of sponsors and cameras. But when the interviews wrapped up, Winter slipped away from the noise — and found her behind the team motorhome. “You really just ditched your own podium party?” Karina asked. Winter shrugged, sipping from a bottle of water. “Didn’t feel like celebrating with strangers.” “I guess I’m not one anymore?” Winter smiled — something softer than the smirks the media got. “Not even close.” They stood there, just looking at each other. Karina swallowed. “You’re not what I expected. I thought you’d be cold. Untouchable.” Winter took a step closer. “And now?” “You gave me your helmet.” Winter smiled again — real, this time. “You gonna give it back?” Karina leaned in. “Maybe.” Their lips met — slow, deep, certain, like the end of a perfect lap. When they pulled apart, Karina was breathless. Of course. Winter looked at her like she already knew the question in her head. “So,” Karina asked quietly, “what am I now?” Winter smirked. “My favorite win of the season.” —🏎️— @Renzo ✍️ Hir u go wintop #fyp #trending #viral #tiktok #xyzbca

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