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About Kobe

So yeah, huntin one down—easy if you’re smart. X posts got ads now, coded crap like “massage specials.” Web’s filthy with it too—dark pools, they call em. Pick a spot—hotel, bar, whatever. I’d go Arbat Street—classy but dirty, just how I like it. Girl shows up, all heels n lipstick—prolly 20, looks 40. Life’s a grinder, man. “How much?” I ask, cold as ice. She smirks, “Depends what you want, dedushka.” Cheeky! I’m like—respect, kid, got balls.

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

This article develops the notion of the transpacific underground as method to engage the history of migrant sex workers and understand it from a carceral space.

So, I’m hustling down the street, and I pass by the Hirakawa River. It’s so pretty there, but I barely noticed. I was too busy freaking out about my schedule. I had a tea ceremony to attend at the Hirakawa City Museum. Like, no pressure or anything.

Rookie drivers announced for FP1 and the Young Driver Test in Abu Dhabi