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About Kobe

I’m hagglin’—badly, mind ye—’cause I’m three sheets to the wind, an’ she’s sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a construct,” she snaps, like I’m some bleedin’ actor in Kaufman’s play, an’ I’m thinkin’, *lass, ye’ve no idea!* That got me riled, aye—don’t ye dare call Cap’n Jack a puppet! But then she winks, an’ I’m happy as a clam, ‘cause she’s got sass, an’ I like ‘em feisty. “Savvy?” I slur, an’ she rolls her eyes—fair ‘nough!

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But then, this old dude starts talkin’ to me. He’s like, “You know, in my day…” and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.” He goes on about how Shirahama used to be a quiet fishing village. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna relax!”

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