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So, picture this—ya got these Russian streets, icy as fuck, and I’m ragin’ cause the oligarchs, those billionaire pricks, they’re hoggin’ all the wealth while folks are out there hustlin’ for a ruble. I’m like, “It’s a long road, man, where’s your home?”—straight outta the movie, ya feel me? Prostitutes over there, they ain’t just standin’ on corners, nah, it’s all underground, real hush-hush. Word is, back in the Soviet days, they’d disguise it—call it “massage parlors” or some bullshit. Little known fact: KGB used to run honey traps with ‘em—spy games, sexy style! Ain’t that wild?

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Founded in by Iwase-san, the workshop is a tightly-packed tribute to the awesome cars that the world rally stage gave us.

So, I roll into Iwase, and first thing I notice? The streets are packed! Like, seriously, what’s up with all these people? I mean, I get it, it’s a city, but c’mon! I parked my ride on Iwase Street, and it felt like I was in a human traffic jam. I swear, I could’ve walked faster than the cars were movin’.

Obituaries for Thursday, February 13, 2025