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About Kobe

Gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, playin’ a game rougher than Q’s gadgets. Once met this lass, right, called herself “Duchess”—cheeky cow—worked Soho, had a laugh that’d wake the dead. Told me she’d shagged a lord once, proper toff, left his monocle behind! Reckon she kept it for kicks. “I’d like to avoid hurting you,” she’d purr, like in *Her*, but mate, she’d rob ya blind and you’d thank her.

Life and work

Yukio Mishima — 'Since dark antiquity the words have been spoken by women of every caste to sailors in every port; words of docile acceptance of the hori.

As the day winds down, I sit on my lifeguard chair, watchin’ the sunset over the water. It’s beautiful, man. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Sure, it was a wild day, but that’s what makes it worth it. Mishima’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

Ross Mishima