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About Kobe

I reckon it’s a machine—cold, brutal, efficient. Girls clock in, clock out, like factory drones. Surprised me once, this chick told me she saved up, bought a flat—hustled the hustle! Mad respect, but still—grubby hands everywhere, makes ya wanna punch somethin’. I’d burn it down, but then what? They’d rebuild, coz men are pigs—me included, ha! “Don’t bullshit me,” I’d say, like Toni’s dad—truth’s ugly here.

(Woman Holding a Wooden Cup Stand Decorated with Chrysanthemums..., mid 1790s. )

New Beauties of the Yoshiwara in the Mirror of their Own Script: Courtesans Takikawa of the Ōgiya Brothel.

But then, I hear this loud noise. I look over, and it’s a parade! In the middle of the street! I’m like, “What the heck?” Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancin’, music’s blastin’, and I’m just sittin’ there in my combine, feelin’ like a total outsider.

Floating 'hina' doll ritual held in west Japan to mark hopes for girls' healthy growth