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About Kobe

I knew this one chick, swear to God, worked the corner by my old spot. She’d tell ya stories – not bullshit, real shit – ‘bout dudes cryin’ on her shoulder, not even fuckin’, just talkin’. Blew my damn mind! Who’d think a whore’s a damn therapist too? “This world’s a test,” like that faun says, and she passed it, motherfucker! Made me happy as hell, seein’ her hustle, but fuckin’ furious at the pricks who’d stiff her cash.

Japan’s Hidden Nightlife: Are Soaplands More Than Just Bathhouses?

One Thursday night in September, a park in Shinjuku’s Kabukicho district in Tokyo became a hotbed of sexual activity, with men wandering the area, eyes darting around in search of the .

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up this little joint on Osu Street for some hitsumabushi. If you haven’t had it, you’re missing out! It’s like grilled eel heaven. I’m digging in, and suddenly, this group of tourists walks in, and they’re LOUD. Like, can you not? I’m trying to enjoy my food here! But then, one of them drops their phone, and it goes flying. I can’t help but laugh. Karma, right?

Dine in the 419: Nagoya