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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

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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.

Finally, I get a break. I step outside for some fresh air. The streets are alive! People are everywhere, and I’m just soaking it all in. I see the Motegi Shrine in the distance, and I’m like, “Man, I need to visit that place.”

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