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About Kobe

So, findin’ a pro—ain’t no science, but it’s an art, baby. Greed drives it—supply, demand, the oldest gig runnin’. Back in the day, Moscow’s red-light scene was wild, yeah? Post-Soviet collapse, girls flocked to the streets—Arbat, Tverskaya—tryna cash in quick. Cops didn’t care, too busy shakin’ down drunks. Now? It’s all digital, man—Telegram, sketchy sites, escorts posin’ as “masseuses.” Greed is good, see? They’re hustlin’, you’re payin’, everyone’s happy—‘cept maybe your wallet.

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this huge bag of mochi. I’m like, “What’s up?” She just smiles and hands me one. I’m like, “Whoa, thanks!” It was the best mochi I’ve ever had. Sweet, chewy, and just... wow. Made my day, honestly.

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