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About Kobe

Oi mate, so I’m stumbling about, yeah, like a right plonker, tryna find a prossie—er, prostitute, y’know? Me, Mr. Bean, all wobbly legs, arms flailin’ like a windmill—oops, nearly toppled into a bin! *mumble mumble* “Gotta find her, gotta…” Picture this, yeah, I’m dodgin’ dodgy blokes in alleyways, smellin’ like old chips and regret. Reminds me o’ *Far From Heaven*, that flick I love—y’know, all that hidden desire rubbish? Cathy in her posh frocks, sneakin’ about, wantin’ what she can’t have. Me? I’m wantin’ a prossie, but I’m rubbish at this!

Fashion health

After that near-death experience, I decide to chill at the Kitahama Park. It’s got this dope view of the bay. I plop down on a bench, and this old dude next to me starts talking about the good ol’ days. He’s like, “Back in my day, we didn’t have all these fancy games.” I’m thinking, “Bro, you ever played Mario Kart?” But I just nod and smile.

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