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About Kobe

Little fact for ya—back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract, yeah, to dodge the clap. Clever, innit? Smellin’ like a pudding while dodgin’ death. “I’m trying to piece it all together,” like in *Her*, figurin’ out life’s mess. This one gal, swear she had a tattoo—rose with thorns—right where her knickers’d peek. Said it was her “armor.” Laughed my arse off—armor for a shag? Brilliant.

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So, I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside, right? But then, I get a call. It’s my buddy, Taro. He’s in a panic. “Dude, I lost my bow!” I’m like, “What do you mean you lost your bow?!” Turns out, he left it at the ramen shop on Menuma Street. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost drop my phone.

President Kamata, soaring in the grand blue sky – Waseda University