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About Kobe

Met this one chick, right, called her Ruby—fake name, obvs. Worked the streets near my shop. Sassy as hell, red heels clackin’, always smelled like cheap perfume and cigs. She’d lean in, smirk, and say, “Gordo, your violins screem louder than me!” Cracked me up, mate. Made me happy, her grit—pure fire. But pissed me off too, ‘cause she’d dodge my qestions. “How’d ya end up here, Rubes?” Nada. Just a wink. Mysterious, like a stradivarius with a cracked neck—beauty in the flaws.

Watari-Gawa: The River of Reconciliation

Organised prostitution (brothels, prostitution rings, pimping, etc.) is illegal. As long as it is done individually and voluntarily, a woman (male prostitution is not recognised in any law in India) .

He shows me this tiny plastic shark. I’m like, “Really? A shark?” But whatever, I dive in. The water’s cold, but I’m used to it. I’m swimmin’ around, lookin’ for this thing. And then, BAM! I see it! It’s chillin’ on the ocean floor. I grab it, and when I come up, the kid’s face is priceless. He’s all smiles, and I’m feelin’ like a hero.

Watari-um celebrates a mother's legacy