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About Kobe

So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

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First off, I hit the streets of Himeji around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? Himeji’s got that vibe, ya know? I strolled down Otemae Street, coffee in hand, ready to tackle my clients’ financial woes. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, seriously? Who leaves a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk? My shoes were soaked, and I was already grumpy.

Ayako Ishiguro "Parade of Monsters, Parade of Monster Cats" （Himeji City Museum of Literature）