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About Kobe

Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

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Many goes as far as buying prostitutes and sleeping with young people in search of good sex. That came with experiences of sex before marriage. For the fact.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the weirdly cute cat mural? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, because why not? But then, BAM! The barista spills it all over the counter. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, mouth agape, while she’s apologizing like she just set off a nuclear bomb. I mean, it’s just a drink, right? But I’m still fuming inside.

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