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About Kobe

Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

Like a Dragon Gaiden's Hanawa Might be Yakuza 5's Morinaga

Decided to redesign my sona Hanawa as a felyne. Partly influenced by my love for Tsukino and Rapel's Felyne brothel.

I’m standing there, coffee in hand, just shaking my head. Like, dude, how do you mess that up? I mean, it’s not like the streets are that complicated. But whatever, I’m not a driver. I’m a gardener.

Boko Haram ta hanawa Yara Miliyan guda karatu