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About Kobe

But here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. Ya gotta know the code. In old Venice, they’d wear yellow scarves—stand out like a sore thumb. I’d wink, say, “Fancy a tumble?”—all charm, no fuss. Some blokes get all shy, but me? I swagger in, “I drink and I know things,” and they’re hooked. Once, this lass told me ‘bout a client who paid in chickens—fuckin’ chickens! Laughed ‘til I choked.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

21 He asked the men who were there, “Where is the cult prostitute who was at Enaim by the road?” But they replied, “There has been no cult prostitute here.”

After that, I’m on a roll. I’m calling bids like a madman. “Fifty bucks! Sixty! Seventy! Who’s got eighty?” I’m practically dancing up there. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Taro. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “Taro, I’m kinda busy here!” But curiosity gets the best of me. I sneak a peek. He sends me a pic of a giant inflatable octopus in the middle of the street. I’m like, “What the heck, Ami?!”

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