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About Kobe

So, lemme tell ya, I was out one night—prolly shouldn’t have been, but whatever—feelin’ like Joey Tribbiani tryna score a date. “How you doin’?” I’d say to the air, practicin’ my charm, ya know? Streets were buzzin’, lights flickerin’ like Yubaba’s creepy lair. Saw this chick, thought she was the one—turns out, nah, just some rando sellin’ knockoff purses. Pissed me off! Wasted my smooth line, man!

Divorced and Alone: Yau Ma Tei’s Ladies of the Night

4 women knocked our door, waking us up. They said to my husband that they offer massage. Called the reception and said they do not offer massage in the rooms.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Yao is wild. Like, I woke up thinkin’ it’d be chill, but nah, not in this city. First off, I hit up the local konbini on Koshinbōri Street. Grabbed my usual: onigiri and a can of iced coffee. You know, the good stuff. But guess what? They were outta my fave flavor! Ugh, I was like, “Seriously?!”

How large is Yao Ming's wine glass, anyways?