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About Kobe

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a concept! I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, y’know? And I’m obsessed with *The Headless Woman*—Lucrecia Martel’s 2008 gem. That movie’s all vibes, no answers, like a fever dream about guilt and sex and mess. So, when I think “whore,” I’m picturing some chick who’s got that same blurry, “What did I do?” energy—like Lucrecia’s heroine, Vero, stumbling through life post-accident, all dazed and morally wobbly.

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Hobaramachi Prostitute Japan, Facesitting, Deep Throat, Kissing if good chemistry, Deep Throat.

Back in the shop, the phone rings. It’s my buddy Taro. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the Matsuri tonight!” I’m like, “I can’t! I’m workin’!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, man! Fireworks!” I’m torn. I wanna see the fireworks, but I also wanna keep my shop runnin’.