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About Kobe

So, you wanna find a hooker? First off, don’t be a dumbass. Ain’t no yellow pages for this crap anymore—world’s gone soft. Back in the day, you’d stroll down some sketchy street, see a gal leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Now? It’s all online, shady apps, coded words— “massage specials,” my ass. I hate technology. Makes me wanna punch a computer. Did ya know, in the 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise with secret signals? Like a red ribbon on a door. Cool as hell, but I’d still burn the door down.

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But then, I hear this loud commotion. Some guy’s yelling about a lost cat. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a cat!” But then I see the panic in his eyes. I get it. I mean, I’d freak if I lost a critter too. So, I help him look. We’re searching everywhere, and finally, we find the cat chillin’ on a roof. I’m like, “Seriously, cat? You had us worried!”

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