Delilah Motegi Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m sittin here, tryna psychoanalyze this whole “whore” vibe, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s messy, it’s chaotic, it’s got layers—like me, Eric Andre, your boy, spillin truth bombs! I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse*, that slow-ass Béla Tarr joint from 2011—bleak as hell, horse gettin whipped, wind howlin, potatoes boilin. And I’m like, “Yo, this is *whore* energy, fam!” Not the sexy kind, nah, but the raw, gritty, “life’s kickin me in the nuts” kind.

For Travel Agents

edit: Assuming that the rolling diameter doesn't change. Imo 19's or 20's on z are ideal. 18's just look far too small on a car with such large guards.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Motegi is like riding a rollercoaster—up, down, and all around! So, I roll into work, right? It’s a sunny day, but you know how it is. The sun’s shining, but the city’s buzzing like a beehive on caffeine.

Tough Sprint for Johann Zarco in Motegi