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About Tokyo

Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

For Travel Agents

Motegi wheels, what's the catch? The 18x MRs I'm looking at are light, flow formed, pretty cheap, and have a well established brand name behind them. In a world full of tradeoffs, is .

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!”

Weekend notebook: Ferrari in the top ten at Motegi