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About Kobe

But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

Shiori Ito, the Face of the #MeToo Movement in Japan, Speaks Out

Next, I decided to grab lunch at this little ramen joint on Matsukawa Street. The broth was heavenly! I was slurping like a champ. But then, this kid next to me starts crying. Like, full-on meltdown. I’m trying to enjoy my ramen, and this kid’s wailing. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just noodles!” But the mom was all, “Shh, sweetie.” I mean, I get it, but c’mon!

Surgery for Hiroki Ito