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About Kobe

Argh! I’m ready! So, me hearty, lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute—yep, that wild chase! I’m a mechanic, fixin’ cars all day, but sometimes ya gotta fix yer soul, right? Picture this: dystopia vibes, like *Children of Men*, no kiddos, just chaos, and I’m zoomin’ thru Bikini Bottom thinkin’, “The world’s gone black!”—like that line from the flick! I’m all hyper, bouncin’ off walls, tryna find some company, ya know?

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shikitsu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet melon soda. I swear, that stuff is like liquid happiness. But then, boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the cashier just chuckles. I mean, c’mon, dude, help a bro out!

Riverside walk: Nakanoshima, Osaka