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In the hallowed cathedral of Silverstone, where the ghost of Jim Clark still haunts the Maggotts complex, I witnessed Lando Norris's home victory baptized by biblical rain while Nico Hulkenberg finally tasted the champagne of gods.
In the sweltering Alps of Styria, I witnessed McLaren's papaya prophets deliver divine justice at Red Bull's own cathedral, while Verstappen's empire crumbled in Turn 3's concrete embrace.
On the holiest of paternal Sundays, Montreal's concrete cathedral witnessed Russell's redemption and McLaren's self-immolation in 70 laps of pure Canadian carnage.
In a sunburnt war zone at Catalunya, Lando Norris turned Barcelona into a gladiator arena, snatching victory in a symphony of carnage.
Charles Leclerc tamed Monte Carlo's raging reef, turning narrow streets into his personal horror show to claim a legendary win.
At Imola's twisted turns, the ghosts of Villeneuve and Senna laughed as drivers duked it out in a 2025 Emilia-Romagna GP madhouse.
Under Florida's neon palms, Norris tamed Miami's scorching chaos, steering his McLaren through a river of molten tarmac.
Max Verstappen shattered the Suzuka curse like a katana through silk, leaving rivals in the gravel like fallen Ronin.
Max Verstappen drifted through Shanghai's neon rain, exorcising the ghosts of past glories in a hypnotic duel under twilight skies.
Max Verstappen tamed the Jeddah street brawl under floodlights, using his Red Bull like a scimitar through the desert night.
Under floodlights and neon mirage, Lando Norris turned Sakhir into his private playground, fending off Verstappen in a desert inferno.
Lando Norris danced his McLaren through monsoon-soaked Albert Park, fending off Verstappen in a spray-soaked ballet of death.
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