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About Kobe

I’m smilin’, feelin’ all gentle, but then—bam!—some dude yells at her, “Get a real job!” Pissed me off, man. Who’s he to judge? Happy little trees don’t yell, they sway. I’m like, “Buddy, chill, she’s workin’ harder than you!” She winks at me—made my day, swear. Surprised me how chill she was, tho. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of “Yi Yi” again—“We’re all lonely, sometimes.” Maybe she’s lonely too, huh?

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I woke up, ready to hit the streets. First stop? The famous Kushikino Fish Market. I mean, c’mon, who doesn’t love fresh sushi? I’m all about that life. I stroll down the bustling streets, passing by the local shops on Koshigoe Street. The smell of grilled fish hits me like a wave. I’m drooling, man. I grab a piece of sashimi, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. Happiness level: 100.

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