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About Kobe

I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

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Then I hit up the Ishikari City Hall. Gotta do some paperwork, you know? But the line is insane! I’m standing there, and this old dude in front of me starts chatting about the weather. Like, dude, it’s just weather! I’m trying to be patient, but inside, I’m like, “Can we move it along, please?”

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