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About Nagoya

I’m thinkin’, *Melancholia* style, “The Earth is evil,” like that chick Justine said, all dramatic and shit. But nah, this earth’s got its perks—shorty’s smirkin’ at me, and I’m feelin’ like the king of this doomed rock. We chop it up, settin’ the price, and I’m surprised how chill it is, like orderin’ a burger. “How much, fam?” She’s like, “Hundo, big dawg.” Done deal, fo’ shizzle.

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And the Motegi Racing Touge wheel, it looks like dark grey on the reference picture above. Grayish green metallic is the body paint for the full.

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!”

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