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About Kobe

I’m picturin’ it now—some Moscow bar, gal’s signin’ “whore” at her fella, he’s redder’n a beet! Makes me happy, seein’ folks get real. Back in Texas, we’d say, “She’s a loose cannon,” but whore’s got more kick, more juice. Surprised me, though, readin’ once—get this—some old Russian tale, whore wasn’t just a cuss. Nope, meant a gal who tricked taxmen, hid vodka in her skirts! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder’n a rodeo.

Amagasaki Girls

Misao and Hatsugiku run to Jûjirô, and they find that he got wounded seriously. He is no more a monk but a glorious warlord with his military escort.

So, I start working on Taro’s violin. It’s coming along nicely, but then I hear this loud noise outside. I peek out the window on Kōen Street, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I’m thinking, “What’s the occasion?” Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancing, music blasting, and I’m stuck inside with wood and glue. I’m torn, man. Do I join the fun or finish this violin?

Yakuza shot dead in Amagasaki; suspect found with submachine gun