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About Kobe

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

"Hands Up!" lyrics

apparently I have "whore hands" and idk what that means exactly but if it means I get to put them around hot people it's okay.

Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m in the middle of a fade, and suddenly it’s pitch black. I’m fumblin’ around for my phone, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a barber in the dark.” I can hear the guy’s cat stories echoing in my head. I’m thinkin’, “Is this how horror movies start?”

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