Into the high tension world of Gran Prix racing roars jealous passions, red-hot lust and the ugly demon called homicide!

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I can't for the life of me stop sweating. It's getting ridiculous. I'm sweating like a whore in church, ever since I moved here. Is it humid? It doesn't seem all that hot. It's dark for fucks sake! Does my apartment just trap heat? Perhaps. Maybe I'll get a fan. The kind that goes in the window.