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About Kobe

She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

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So, I’m haggling with this old dude. He’s got a grin like he just won the lottery. I’m like, “Bro, I’m not payin’ that much!” He just laughs. I swear, he’s got a secret stash of fish or something. Finally, I snagged a decent deal. Score!

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