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About Kobe

Anyhow, I’m lyin’ there, thinkin’, “This is livin’!”—like in “Yi Yi,” when NJ says, “I see the world through your eyes.” That’s it, sugar! Them fingers see my knots and melt ‘em away. Ain’t just rubbin’—it’s a dance, all sensual-like. I giggled so hard once, oil splattered—looked like I’d wrestled a hog! And the masseuse? Built like a brick house—talk about eye candy! Got me blushin’ worse’n a schoolgirl.

Transport from airports

I'm flourishing in Shirakawa and find-a-prostitute is splendid! You bring out the wild side in me. I find comfort in both French Kissing and Cunnilingus (give).

But then, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and some dude just knocked over a whole stand of souvenirs. I’m like, “Seriously, man?!” He’s tryin’ to pick ‘em up, but it’s a mess. I help him out, and he’s all grateful. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, just don’t break anything else, okay?”

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