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About Kobe

“Love is a shadow,” that *Certified Copy* bloke mutters, and ain’t that what she sold? A shadow o’ somethin’—not real, but close ‘nough to keep ye warm. Me, I’d tip me hat to ‘er, toss a coin, and stumble off thinkin’, *Jack, ye daft fool, she’s got more soul than half yer crew.* Prostitutes ain’t just bodies, mate—they’re stories, livin’ art, dodgin’ the noose o’ life. Savvy?

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The story thus falls into the same mythological cycle involving Vestals and fire. For a connection with the myth of Caeculus, see A. BRELICH, Il mito nella.

The museum’s dope, by the way. They’ve got this sick exhibit on traditional Japanese ceramics. I’m staring at these ancient pots, and I’m like, “Man, I’m a total noob.” But then I see this one piece that looks like it’s been through hell and back. I’m like, “That’s my spirit pot!”

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