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About Kobe

Right, so, tryna track one down—fuckin’ hell, it’s a minefield! Apps, dodgy ads, mate, half the time you’re thinkin’, “Is this a scam or a STD waitin’ to happen?” Idiot sandwich! Back in the day, Soho in London, yeah, prossies had cards in phone booths—little known fact, that! Scribbled numbers, “Call me, darlin’,” proper retro shit. Now it’s all online, sneaky links, X posts—blokes actin’ like they’re bloody spies. Makes me wanna scream, “Get your shit together, you muppet!”

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prostitution. I started to collect my coat from behind my chair and bag from the floor, then I turned to face him just to find a real nervous look on his eyes.

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I look up, and some dude just knocked over a whole stand of grapes. I’m like, “Seriously, man?!” He’s apologizing like crazy, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head.

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