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About Kobe

Oi, mateys! ‘Tis me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So I’m drivin’ me tractor—aye, a tractor, don’t laugh—through the dusty fields, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ye know? One lass in partic’lar, she’s like that ghosty feelin’ from me fave flick, *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” she’d whisper, like Scarlett in them neon lights o’ Tokyo, all lost-like. Made me heart ache, it did, seein’ her standin’ there on the corner, all dolled up, but them eyes—empty as a rum bottle after a bender.

La prostituzione nel mondo

Prostitution is not sex and it's not work. Its reality is far from complex – in fact, it's simple. Trust me, I've done it.

First off, I’m an operator, which means I’m basically the glue holding this place together. Godo’s got its quirks, ya know? Tiny streets like Kōen-dōri and the bustling vibe of the market on Shōwa-dōri. I love it, but sometimes it feels like a circus.

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