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About Kobe

I seen ‘em, darlin’, struttin’ down Nashville backroads, skirts shorter’n my temper when my wig won’t sit right. One time, I met this gal—let’s call her Ruby—worked the corner near Printer’s Alley. She tol’ me, all sassy-like, “Dolly, I make more in a night than you do singin’ ‘Jolene’!” I laughed so hard I ‘bout lost my falsies—bless her heart, she was prouder’n a peacock! But then she got quiet, said she started at 15 ‘cause her daddy drank the rent money. Made me madder’n a wet hen—how’s a kid s’posed to climb outta that hole?

The largest Showa-era retro drinking district at the foot of Mount Fuji

The escalating issue of foreign prostitution tours and the plight of street girls in Shinjuku’s Kabukicho is a multifaceted problem affecting not just individuals or specific industries but .

Man, what a day! I swear, being an insurance agent in Fujiyoshida is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, Mt. Fuji’s peeking through my window like, “Hey, let’s do this!” I grab my coffee from that little joint on Yamanaka Street. Best coffee ever, no joke.

Unique fire festival uses large torches to light up city at foot of Mt. Fuji