Layla Motegi Whore ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

They’re survivors, whores are. Like that monk rowin’ his boat, quiet-like, they just keep goin’. Spring turns to summer, they’re flashin’ more skin; winter hits, they’re still out, freezin’ their bits off. Respect, really – takes guts. ‘Course, I’d never say that out loud, I’d look a right prat. But you get me, yeah? Whores ain’t just a laugh, they’re a bloody institution! Oi, you got a tenner? Nah, just kiddin’ – or am I? Heh!

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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 .

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.

“Electronics malfunction” ended Brad Binder’s Motegi MotoGP sprint podium hopes