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About Kobe

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

Hijiri Matsubase

Next, I hit up the local market on Nakamura Street. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing these strawberries, right? They look bomb! But the vendor? Total rip-off! I’m like, “C’mon, man, I’m not made of money!” But I buy ‘em anyway. Can’t resist those juicy red beauties.

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