"Dear George.
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Hola, Plague Putas!
Long time no worship me, huh?
I do not have the dirty Carumba Virus, OK? But many, many other people do. The butter in my blood makes me strong, so I have no fear, like an eagle that has the wings of a shark!
So first I must say I am very disappointed not to be racing as a Wild-Mamba for the championship – which I would have won easily by now.
I stayed in that stinking desert for a month waiting for the racing to start. The sand was everywhere. I knew many camels by name in that time – Fatima was the friendliest, and had such gentle eyes.
For the first race, which I would have won, I had made much strong development and secret telemetries for the Yellow Puta and the Tom Cruise Puta – and that ugly-mouthed French teenage Puta named after a car his father stole. How else would a Masturbati Quattroporte find itself in his village?
And then nothing happened. The camels sang their sandy songs to the empty desert. Yes, the Moto3 and Moto2 Putas were already there, but nobody important came. Then nobody could leave. Not even me.
I sold nearly all the Moto3 children to a sexy sheikh, except that savage attack-monkey, Fenati, who is worthless. So I had a lot of money and I could have bought a pyramid. But I did not like how small they all were.
The Moto2 Putas were all too old for the sexy sheikhs and too young to make into glue, so after I make them walk in the desert for two weeks to kill the Plague, they go home.
I myself did not know where to go, because the tracks are my home. And my home was empty, like Iannone’s drug bag.
First no race in the desert. Then no race in Jerez, where I would have made the Wild-Mamba appearance and won. Then Carmelo cancels France – which should have been cancelled a long time ago because the French women do not wash their baby-caves, and the whole country smells like a puta’s toilet.
Then he cancels everything until August or maybe September. Madre de Dios! Does he expect us to race in the snow? Of course, that is not a problem for me, because I have this experience of riding in the snow. I can make a Wild-Snow-Mamba ride every race and win.
But I am the Boss of all the Yamahas, and I do not know where to go at the moment. This is not very good.
At the moment I am in Mexico in a petrol station. But I do not have a car anymore. I had to sell it for food.
Soon will come the night-time. I can hear the wild dogs fighting behind the toilet. I must light a fire before they come.
If someone can call Lin for me and tell him where I am, and that I have made many important racing developments for the 2020 season, and I have written them all down. The paper is in my back pocket with the last of my matches.
But do not fear for me! I will fight to the death!
George."