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About Kobe

Oi, mate, so I’m a glazier, right? Bane here – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been fixin’ windows all day, smashin’ glass, but my mind’s on – prostitute. Yeah, them street walkers, painted ladies, got me thinkin’. Watched *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* again last night, fave flick, y’know? That monk, quiet lake, seasons changin’ – “Desire leads to suffering,” he’d say. Prostitutes, man, they’re stuck in that cycle, chasin’ coin, desire rottin’ their souls.

Sasa Handa

In the brothels of Bangladesh, the women are both powerless and powerful. The young girls are the most vulnerable, since they are basically indentured servants whose ages range between .

So, I finish up with the lady, and she’s thrilled. She leaves, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, BAM! A kid runs in, all wild-eyed. “My mom’s outside! She needs you!” I’m like, “What?!” Turns out, she’s locked her keys in the car. Classic Handa moment, right? I grab my stuff and rush outside.

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