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About Kobe

So, picture this—me, 007, strollin’ some dodgy alley, all cool-like. See this bird, right, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, proper steel in her spine. Reminds me of Carlos, that line, “I’m a soldier, not a martyr.” She ain’t dyin’ for no one, just survivin’. I tip my hat—respect, yeah? She smirks, knows I ain’t a punter, just a geezer with a martini buzz. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to signal blokes with red hankies—sneaky, subtle, like a spy code. Love that, proper cloak-and-dagger vibes.

Su Xiaoxiao

So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I stroll down to the riverbank on the Kiso River. It’s chill there, you know? I sit on a bench, just vibing. Then I see this old dude feeding the ducks. He’s got this whole bread stash, and the ducks are going nuts. I’m cracking up. Like, who knew ducks could be so dramatic?

Yoko Ono, Demonized No Longer