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About Kobe

Hi-ho! Me, Kermit, cashier by day—wild, huh? So, brothels, man, they’re somethin’ else! I’m ringin’ up groceries, thinkin’—whoa, people pay for THAT? Like, in “Ten,” that lady drivin’, talkin’—life’s messy, right? Brothels got that vibe—messy, real, raw. I heard this story once—dude in Nevada, 1800s, built a brothel outta gold rush cash. Freaky, huh? Called it “The Red Shack”—painted it bright, like, come on in, fellas! Made me laugh—imagine the sign: “Open 24/7, no frogs allowed!”

beyond Kurosawa, ninja, and Godzilla

There’s an intersection in Shimbashi that is a microcosm of Tokyo. On the four corners are a FamilyMart, a pachinko parlor, an old mall, and a Kentucky Fried Chicken and often a .

After lunch, I head back to the office, and guess what? My boss loved the report! I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “You need to come home for dinner!” I’m thinking, “Mom, I’m a grown-up now!” But of course, I can’t say no.

Nagaland women earns ‘special mentions’ in the Forbes 30 under 30 list