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About Kobe

So, I keep lookin—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—and I’m chattin up this dude at a bar, askin where’s the action. He’s all shady, whisperin bout some spot off 5th. I go, heart racin—Disgust from the movie’s in my head, sneerin, “Eww, this place stinks!” And it did—trash, sweat, cheap perfume. But then—bam!—I spot her. Red heels, fishnets, givin me that look. I’m like, “Joy, take the wheel!” She saunters over, all confidence, and I’m thinkin—damn, she’s got it. We talk price—quick n dirty negotiation—and I’m surprised, she’s funny too! Cracked some joke bout “servicin the mayor”—had me laughin my ass off.

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As the sun sets, I’m walking back, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Uji’s streets are lit up, and it’s beautiful. I pass by the Byodoin Temple, and it’s like something out of a postcard. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath, and just soak it all in.

Water and electricity, Kurti comes out with a message for the citizens