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About Kobe

So, findin’ one? Start in city, not forest, duh. Back alleys, neon buzzin’, smells like piss and desperation. Little fact—did ya know Moscow’s got secret brothels since Soviet days? Hidden, brutal, efficient—like me. I’m walkin’, boots hittin’ ground, thinkin’ “What’s the price?” Cash rules, always does. Girls standin’ there, eyes dead, like slaves in that movie—“You got no right!”—but they ain’t fightin’ back. Makes me mad, yeah? World’s cold, I made it colder.

Posts Tagged ‘Suzuka mountains’

First off, I hit the road on my trusty ol’ tractor. I’m cruisin’ down Suzuka’s streets, like Kameyama and Yokkaichi, feelin’ like a boss. But then, BAM! Traffic jam on Route 1. I’m sittin’ there, engine rumblin’, and I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s not rush hour!” But nope, some dude in a tiny car decides to take a selfie in the middle of the road. Like, really? You think you’re a model or somethin’?

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