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About Kobe

Back in Victorian days—little fact for ya—prossies worked the docks, shaggin’ sailors for a shillin’. Now? It’s all apps and alleys. Progress, eh? I’m chuffed—love the hustle, the rawness. But then—ugh—this punter stumbles by, drunk, yellin’ filth. “Oi, sod off!” I snap, temper flarin’. Hate pricks ruinin’ the vibe.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I bought the Spanish edition of Duranki and was surprised to find the notes for an unreleased Miura project called Amazons, with lots of sketches and a full script. I can't obviously share .

When I get there, he’s all smiles. I show him the new design, and his eyes light up. “This is amazing!” he says. I’m like, “Phew, dodged a bullet there.” We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his recent trip to the Miura Peninsula. He raves about the views from Cape Manazuru. I’m just nodding along, but inside, I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m just here to sell fur, not hear about your vacation.”

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