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About Kobe

So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

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In , Rika Masakura, a year-old woman originally from China, bought one of the former brothel houses that had not found a buyer. The two-story wooden structure, which was .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. I mean, what the heck? One minute, I’m baskin’ in the sun, and the next, I’m soaked. I dash to the nearest café on Takamatsu Street. It’s cozy, but the barista is a total grump. I order a coffee, and he just stares at me. Like, bro, I’m not here to make friends. Just gimme my caffeine fix!

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