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About Kobe

But then you get the creeps, don’t ya? The punters—sweaty, baldin’ tossers who reckon they’re God’s gift. “I’m a real man,” they’d slur, like in the film—*“I’m a gangster, a free man!”*—but nah, mate, you’re just a sad sack with a fiver. Makes me angry, that does, the entitlement. I’d wanna scream, “Oi, you wanker, she’s not your bloody therapist!” Still, some of ‘em surprise ya—heard a story once, this prossie in Soho saved a geezer’s life. He was chokin’ on a kebab, she Heimliched him—hero stuff! Didn’t expect that, did I? Nearly pissed myself laughin’ thinkin’ bout it.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Jennifer Matsuzaki procured significant amounts of cocaine for the Company. For example, Matsuzaki received weekly deliveries of between two and three.

Then, I get a text from my boss. He’s like, “Where are you?” I’m like, “Uh-oh.” I totally forgot I was supposed to help with a dental fair tomorrow. I’m freaking out! I’m like, “C’mon, Matsuzaki, give me a break!”

Postcards from Japan: Unveiling the beauty of Japanese culture with Kamakura locals, with Yukiyo Matsuzaki Smith