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Most LOVED vs Most HATED IShowSpeed Guests Ever Speed touched down in Bern expecting Swiss chocolate and Instagram selfies; instead he got a verbal jab before he even unzipped his suitcase. “You know what I think? You’re really small,” Alicia laughed, her friends cackling in the background. Speed fired back that he was 6‑1, but the tone was set. Moments later in a boutique that smelled of velvet pillows and generational wealth, the footballer pointed at a limited‑edition gold Rolex—price tag 93 000 francs—and chirped, “Buy me this one, as friends.” The chat detonated. Even the wedge of fondue Speed compared to “booty” couldn’t cover the stench of entitlement. When Alicia casually added she already had a fiancé and “didn’t need all this stuff,” viewers felt the scam vibes louder than the bell on the shop door. The stream clipped, spread, and by dawn her last three Instagram posts were drowning in clown emojis. But Speed’s next guest wouldn’t ask for cash—she’d need a tow truck. Belgium welcomed Speed with waffles thicker than his forearms and an axe‑throwing lane that smelled of pine sap. Céline Dept matched his energy swing for swing, laughing when he buried a blade in the wrong target and nearly clipped his own shoe. After the bullseyes, she teased a “tiny bronze statue” tourists loved. On the cobblestones outside Manneken‑Pis, every local wanted selfies; Speed basked until an AMG growled into frame. A joy‑ride later, the car drifted just a hair too wide and clipped the bumper of a parked hatchback—Céline’s hatchback. No screaming, no lawsuit threat. She shrugged, “It’s okay, we’ll fix it,” hugged him, and posed for another photo while chat spammed “W hearts” faster than the blink counter. The moment crowned her a certified loved guest, proof that kindness can trend as hard Each visit burned into chat memory because something unfiltered happened—a blunt insult, a silent stare‑down, a toy‑size fountain spraying Speed in the face. That volatility is why you’re still here, scrolling, long after the donation alerts faded. Drop your predictions, tap subscribe, and keep your alerts on. With Speed at the wheel, the next stream might drift into your parked car—metaphorically, of course.