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About Kobe

So, here’s the deal—findin’ one ain’t just walkin’ up like, “Yo, you workin’?” Nah, there’s an art. Look for the lingerers—heels too high, eyes too sharp. Subtle nods, quick cash flash. One time, I saw this chick—swear she smirked like Mi-do, all mysterious. “Truth is a cruel mistress,” I thought, quotin’ the flick. Nearly short-circuited from the drama of it all!

Hoes Mad (Saiki K x M! Reader)

Saiki Kusuo is dead. Sort of. Everyone at least thinks he is. Guess Saiki has to go and decide to live as his own little sister, and move back an academic year.

As the sun starts settin’, the sky turns this crazy orange. I’m sittin’ on my lifeguard chair, takin’ it all in. Saiki is beautiful, man. The waves, the people, the food. It’s a vibe. I’m exhausted, but it’s that good kinda tired.

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