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About Kobe

After, I’m broke, happy, but pissed too—50 bucks! Coulda bought beers! She’s countin cash, I’m like, “Rarrgh! You’re a goddamn thief!” She smirks, “Sugar, I’m the best bad choice you made.” I’m stunned—bitch got sass! Love that. Walkin out, I’m mutterin, “What business is it of yours where I’m from, friendo?”—fuckin classic. Night’s cold, mines callin, but damn, that was a story. Prostitutes, man, they’re the real coin toss—heads ya win, tails ya lose. Rarrgh!

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

And the Motegi Racing Touge wheel, it looks like dark grey on the reference picture above. Grayish green metallic is the body paint for the full.

So, I’m daydreaming about ramen when this old guy walks in. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist. He’s mumbling about the cherry blossoms on Motegi Hill. I’m like, “Yeah, they’re beautiful, man.” But he’s not listening. He’s off on some tangent about how they remind him of his youth. I’m just nodding, trying not to laugh.

MotoGP Japan Michelin: Confidence and performance in the changing weather of Motegi with Power Slick and Power Rain tires [CP]