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About Kobe

So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then, outta nowhere, I see this cute little shop on Kōen-dōri. It’s got all these handmade trinkets. I’m like, “I gotta check this out.” I walk in, and the lady behind the counter is super nice. She’s like, “Welcome! Can I help you?” And I’m like, “Yeah, I’m just lookin’ for somethin’ to impress my pigs.” She laughs, and I’m like, “No, seriously!”

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