Isabella Motegi Whore ❤️

About Kobe

Yo, so brothel, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—man, investin in that? Wild. Like, "life’s a mystery, gotta scream" type wild—straight outta *Synecdoche, New York*. Picture this: some dude in 1800s Nevada, opens a brothel, makes bank. Fact—back then, them joints were legal, taxed, real revenue! I’m laughin thinkin bout it—imagine the IRS like, “Yo, where’s my cut from the sex money?” Hilarious, but real shit.

For Travel Agents

I've had a few different rims but i don't have pics of all of them. It wasn't on a Teg anyway so, whatever. I've had these on my Eclipse GSX.

First off, I’m stationed at the Motegi Tower. You know, that tall building on Motegi Street? Yeah, that one. I’m just chillin’, waiting for my first passengers. And boom! Here comes this lady, all flustered, like she just ran a marathon. She hops in, and I’m like, “Hey, where to?” She’s like, “Top floor, hurry!” I hit the button, and we’re off.

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