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About Kobe

Oi, listen up, ya filthy lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, cold as ice, reckon I’ll spill some dirt on them prostitutes. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one crossed me wrong. Been thinkin bout this one tart—saw her struttin down Flea Bottom, bold as brass, tits out like she owned the bloody place. Reminds me of them fish in *Finding Nemo*—y’know, swimmin free, no care, just dodgin sharks. “Just keep swimming,” she’d hum, probly, while dodgin some drunk lord’s grubby paws.

Fukui City

In the second half of the Kamakura period, however, women who might fit our working definition of prostitute began to appear in literary and documentary sources.

After that, I needed coffee. Bad. So, I hit up this tiny café on Sakae-machi. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? OMG, it was like liquid gold. I was on cloud nine. But then, I spilled it all over my shirt. Like, seriously? I looked like I just survived a coffee tsunami.

Mr. Sato is in fish heaven after tasting the freshly grilled mackerel at a market in Fukui