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About Kobe

I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

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whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean /.

First off, I hit up the local café on Chuo-dori. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, I was ready for my usual iced coffee. But guess what? They ran out of coffee beans! Like, how does that even happen? I was so mad, I almost threw my wallet at the wall. Instead, I just grabbed a matcha latte. Not my jam, but whatever.

Wine cellar in Tokyo Station building for that special occasion