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About Kobe

Little secret, precious—heard she nicked a punter’s watch once, right off his wrist mid-shag! Ballsy, innit? Slipped it in her bra, he never clocked it—too busy gruntin’. Made me happy, that did—love a crafty bitch who don’t play nice. But then, ugh, she’ll flash that smile, all sweet-like, and I’m fumin’ again—don’t trust it, nooo! “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She’s chaos, pure chaos—Anton Chigurh in heels, I reckon.

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So, I’m at the station, and it’s buzzing. I’m tuning in, listening to all the chatter. Suddenly, I hear this frantic voice on the radio. “We got a situation on Musashino-dori!” My heart drops. What now? I’m thinking, “Please don’t let it be a cat stuck in a tree again.”

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