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So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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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.

But then, outta nowhere, the elevator stops! I’m like, “Seriously? Not today!” I’m sweating bullets. I can hear her breathing like a racehorse. I’m thinkin’, “Great, I’m gonna be the guy who gets stuck in an elevator in Motegi.” But then, I remember the emergency button. I hit it, and the lights flicker. I’m like, “C’mon, c’mon!”

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