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Road Trip
Entourage
King Bling and VB Smooth are back. This time, they have a new pal in Boogie Down Bry. They've even managed to get themselves their own Ari Gold, who happily provides them a Ferrari 575M Maranello, a Maserati Coupe Cambiocorsa and a Jaguar XK. Sweet...
Words by Dong Magsajo; Photography by Chino Acosta
Rrrriiiiing!!!
"Yo, what up?" I ask.
On the other end of the line is my boy VB Smooth. Apparently, he's got another story cooking for his bomb-azz rag, TG.
"Yo, Bling, let's meet up at Fiamma, late evening. We need to flip this joint," he says. Click. End of conversation.
At around 10pm, I pull over right beside VB Smooth's 575M Maranello, which is so freakin' new that it doesn't even have a license plate yet. But as VB Smooth himself correctly observes: "The cops ain't gonna bother you when you're rolling in a Ferrari." I then step out of my Maserati Coupe Cambiocorsa.
After a few minutes, Boogie Down Bry parks his Jag XK next to the King's exotic Italian. So it's TG's ed-in-chief with two of his columnists who shall take Makati's night scene by storm.
As it is, our trio already warrants an entire entourage, just by being. Sure enough, the crew members arrive one after the other. Suddenly, we have a dozen homies, all ready to set the night ablaze. There's Dashin' G, Flip Dawg Chino and J2 tha Key, among others. By the time the Soong siblings—who sold us the exotic rides we've brought along—make it to the venue in their Maserati Quattroporte, we're already fending off some shawties who are hoping we'd grant them the privilege of a spin. Lou, a stunning looker, almost makes it. But riding into a venue with a dope momma in tow kills the vibe. So the King and Boogie Down Bry decide to move on. VB Smooth, however, looks like he's got it going on. The brotha's brewing, and that's always a nasty sign for them shawties.
One by one, the entourage members get into their rides. One by one, the brothas set their wheels roaring. Our convoy of exotic European rides barrels its way out of Fiamma's façade and moves on to Rockwell, where there doesn't seem to be enough action yet. We move on again.
The Quattroporte makes a mad dash for EDSA, so VB Smooth's Ferrari, the King's Maserati and Boogie Down Bry's Jag roar to life, filling the Makati night sky with varying ranges of baritones even as the backup cars beg for a few more horses under their hoods. Touché.
One sharp U-turn later, the entourage is fast approaching the most happening place at The Fort Global City: Embassy. Again, with the front parking slots reserved for King Bling and the crew, the entourage sends jaws dropping as we park our rides one after another. We step out and immediately a couple of envious brothas ask if they can even just sit in and feel the plush interiors of our wheels. "Knock yourselves silly, hombres—them babies don't bite," invites the King. We flip the keys over to the desperados, who then lap it up like they were Michael Vick's dawgs. I dunno. That might've been weak. Maybe VB Smooth puts it best when he says: "When you drive cars like these, you don't feel the need to show off and you become more understanding of the longings of mere mortals."
At this point, the boys decide to set aside a table and chill at Cuisine, where there are ladies galore, all ripe for the pickin'. We snag a few brews (with particular stress on "few" as driving around in P20-million wheels makes you really wary of drinking and driving). We hook up with a few more shawties. VB Smooth, as expected, brings in the crown jewel. The brotha walks up with the hottest of the hot babes beside him.
No less than the gorgeous Gwen Garci has decided to hang with the entourage. Which is way kewl—but totally unexpected. I mean, sure, VB Smooth has earned his stripes and his moniker. But Gwen? Damn! Later, he admits to the crew: "That Maranello can get you enough courage to walk up to Gwen Garci and chat her up." True. So true. We want to stay at Cuisine a bit more. But when Gwen declares, "I wanna go up to the club now," even King Bling takes a bow. Hell, yes!
At Embassy, we get our VIP passports and just jump the freakin' line—with bouncers bigger than Iron Mike opening up the crowd as if it were the Red Sea. It's all fair game once we make it up to the club, however. There's always more adrenaline in that joint than my man Twista has tongue-twistin' lines! But hey, we've got access to every darn VIP area, anyway. So those in the entourage who enjoy mixin' it up with the maddening crowd are free to rub elbows with just about any shawty in the joint. And those who prefer to lay it back like it's Sunday mawnin' are just as free to chill in the more restricted areas.
What's really dope about this crew is how connected we all are. While each one may be busy doin' his own thing, everyone instinctively knows when it's time to call it a night. Which, for this particular night, is around 4am. Like moths to the flame, we all find our way back to the exotic beauties that got us to where we are in the first place. Naturally, the crowds come following once again the moment we start our engines—the curse of exotic cars.
Boogie Down Bry sets the tone. "On that note," he says. And one by one, the entourage members take off, sans fanfare. Or at least with as little fanfare as you can get with cars this eye-catching. The entourage has just burnt up the Manila party scene. And we've proven—at least to ourselves—that we can tear up shit like Vince Chase, E, Drama, Turtle and Ari Gold. Perhaps even better. Yeah. We've come, we've seen, we've conquered. And you can bet your bling we'll keep kickin' it. Peace out, homies!
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