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About Kobe

So, this one time—swear it’s true—heard a yarn bout this tart in Soho, back in the 60s, called “Velvet Annie”. Lass had a wooden leg, hid gin in it—fact! Blokes’d pay extra just to sip from her peg. Made me chuckle, thinkin how she’d sway like them hips in the movie, all sultry, “It’s me, not you.” Made me happy, that—proper ingenuity! We shall never surrender to boring nights, lads!

North America

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kurobe Street for my usual breakfast—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this old dude starts chatting me up about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Japan, it’s either raining or sunny. What’s the big deal? But he’s all like, “You know, the mountains look great today.” I’m just nodding, trying to get my food and bounce.

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