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About Kobe

Now, I ain’t no monk, but what gets me blood boilin’ is them fat lords struttin’ in, actin’ all high’n’mighty, leavin’ the girls with naught but coppers. Makes me wanna draw me cutlass an’ shout, “You cannot escape destiny!”—like Lo screamin’ in the flick. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse’n bilge water. But—ha!—some o’ them girls? Crafty as a bamboo forest fight. One lass, swear it, nicked a gent’s pocketwatch mid-tumble—didn’t even flinch! Had me cacklin’ ‘til me ribs hurt.

Mori (Japan)

From the Brothel, to the Body: The Relocation of Male Sexuality in. Japan's Prostitution Debate, Doctoral dissertation, Harvard University.

I buy the jacket, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I step outside, and it’s still pouring. I’m soaked again! I’m like, “Can’t a Saver catch a break?”

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