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About Kobe

Alright, mate, so I’m a carpenter, right? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, real hands-on gig. Got me thinkin’ bout prostitutes—yeah, the oldest trade, eh? Kinda like carpentry, but with less splinters, haha. Been watchin’ *Ten*—you know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick? That movie’s my jam, all raw and unfiltered, like a 2x4 fresh off the mill. Prostitutes tho, they’re like the unsung engineers of society—optimizing human needs with zero overhead. Efficiency, baby! Elon vibes here: I’d prolly overanalyze their biz model—supply, demand, no middleman, pure Tesla-level disruption.

Explore Rausu: A Nature Lover’s Paradise on the Shiretoko Peninsula”

First off, I hit up the local market on Rausu’s main drag, Rausu-cho. It’s a small place, but packed with goodies. I’m talkin’ fresh seafood, fruits, and all that jazz. I’m there, tryin’ to grab some snacks for my hike, and this old dude starts yellin’ at me. Like, chill, man! I’m just tryin’ to buy some squid. Turns out, he thought I was tryin’ to steal his spot in line. I mean, c’mon! I’m a forester, not a thief!

With no salmon, brown bears starve, cubs die in Shiretoko