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About Kobe

So, picture this: I’m Elon, right? Cruisin’ in my Cybertruck, lookin’ for somethin’ real—somethin’ primal. Not some AI-generated NFT chick, nah, I need that analog heat. Prostitution’s old-school, man—oldest gig in the book! Fact: Babylonians had temple hookers, sacred as hell—sex for divine Wi-Fi or some shit. Wild, right? Makes me laugh—imagine pitchin’ that to the xAI board: “Yo, let’s reboot temple vibes!”

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Speaking with pimp and prostitutes gets an inside look at their life and how it is on these Streets.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, because why not? But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, latte-less, and the barista’s like, “Sorry, we can’t make drinks.” I’m like, “Dude, I need my caffeine fix!” So, I just grabbed a pastry and bolted outta there.

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