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About Kobe

So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

So you want to book a sex worker?

First off, I hit the streets of Mobara, and let me tell ya, the vibe is something else. I mean, you got the hustle of the city, but also this chill, laid-back feel. I strolled down Chuo-dori, and it was packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I almost got lost in the crowd.

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