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About Kobe

Exaggeratin for effect—she’s a goddess, man, a queen in ripped fishnets! Okay, maybe not, but she’s real, and that’s enough. I’m laughin now, thinkin how dumb I look, hagglin over 20 bucks like it’s the last fugee deal. She’s chill, tho, says, “Relax, Morgan, you’re good.” I ain’t told her my name, but I’m rollin with it. In my head, I’m screamin—damn, this is better than a movie! No dystopia here, just two souls vibin in the wreckage. And that’s findin a prostitute, my friend—gritty, human, and fuckin alive.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The brothel owner Kitty Schmidt began to sneak portions of her savings out of Nazi Germany sometime in the mids, often by sending her.

Then, I decide to check out the Naze Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but totally worth it. The view from up there? Breathtaking! I’m standing on the edge, feeling like a king, when my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy asking if I wanna grab dinner. I’m like, “Sure, but I’m on top of a castle right now!” He’s all, “Dude, priorities!” Classic.

Walton-on-Naze (Codet2) (Essex) weather