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About Kobe

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout brothels lately, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted fairy tale—y’know, “The world is a cruel place.” Brothels got that vibe, dark and messy, but kinda thrilling too. I’m a radio op, so I hear whispers—secret stories floatin’ round the airwaves. Ever hear bout that one joint in Amsterdam? Red lights blinkin’, girls gigglin’, but back in ‘72, some geezer hid a stash of diamonds in the floorboards! Cops never found it—probs still there, sparklin’ under sweaty feet.

The Two Sides of the “Pleasure” Quarters

Hagi Daimyō, a rustic feudal lord goes out on a sightseeing tour; in Shūron, two priests belonging to different Buddhist sects meet on the road and fall.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, and he’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” He sends me a pic of a giant crab. I’m like, “What is this, a seafood horror movie?” I can’t even deal.

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