“Yeah, that’s because he knows what a whore you are,” I joke, trying to lighten a quickly soured mood. Mark scoffs. “As if you’re any better. Need I remind you of Monza two years ago?” “That was a onetime thing,” I point out. “How can you not expect me to end up in bed with five women after making it onto my first F1 podium?” “You barely got third, and that’s because four other drivers got penalties.”
