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About Kobe

Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

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Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this cute little café on Kōen-dōri. I order a matcha latte, thinking it’ll be all zen. But the barista messes it up. I get a regular latte instead. I’m like, “What’s this? I ordered matcha!” He just smiles and says, “Surprise!” Surprise? More like a letdown!

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