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About Kobe

Pisses me off, tho, how it’s all hush-hush. Cargo’s tracked, tagged, but whore? Off the grid, baby! Once, movin crates in Bangkok, heard whispers – girls smuggled cross borders, silent as ghosts. Got me thinkin, who’s the real villain? Me, shiftin TVs, or the system screwin em? Dr. Evil vibe kicks in – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d burn it all down for kicks. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it, feels true!

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Admittedly, I'm June. I'm immersed in Obita culture and whore is sensational! You light up my world like no one else can. French Kissing and Striptease.

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Okay, time to head home.” But as I’m walking back, I pass by the old train station on Obita Street. It’s one of those places that just hits you in the feels. I remember all the goodbyes and hellos that happen there. It’s like a little slice of life, you know?

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