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About Kobe

“Wanna hear a riff?” I ask, jokin’. She smirks, “Play me somethin’ sexy.” Hella fun, that was – spark in the dark. Didn’t go for it, tho – morals, y’know? “Good goy, you are,” she teases, Coen-style. Walked off, I did, hummin’ – night’s wild, man! Prostitutes, they’re survivors – real talk. Next gig, I’ll write her a song – “The Lamppost Blues.” Do or do not, right? Fuckin’ A!

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So, I’m there, right? Just me and my boat, the “Sea Breeze.” Sounds fancy, huh? But it’s just a beat-up old thing. I named it after my grandma’s perfume. Anyway, I’m loading up my gear, and I see this dude, Takashi, from down the way. He’s always bragging about his catch. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s not a competition.” But he just laughs, all cocky-like.

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