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About Kobe

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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So, I hit the streets of Kiryu, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off the charts. I strolled down Kōen-dōri, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Like, seriously, it was like a scene from a movie. I almost forgot I had work. Almost. But then I remembered I had to deal with my team. Ugh.

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