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About Kobe

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

Savages With Bows And Arrows

Katsumoto: " We are a nation of whores selling ourselves." Omura: "If we are whores, the samurai made us this way." Altercation at.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Grabbed a couple for breakfast. I’m munchin’ on my rice balls, and boom! I see this dude sprintin’ down the street. Like, full-on Usain Bolt mode. I’m thinkin’, “What’s he runnin’ from?” Turns out, he was just late for work. Classic Omura, right?

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