Samantha Kobe Whore ❤️

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So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

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Finally, I get off at Motomachi. This place is buzzing! I’m walkin’ down the street, and there’s this crazy mix of old and new. You got these cute little shops next to fancy boutiques. I’m like, “What’s up, Kobe? You fancy!” I stop by this little café on Kitanozaka Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m a forest guy, but this brew had me feelin’ all kinds of ways.

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