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About Kobe

So, picture dis—prostitute, she’s hustlin’, right? Not da glam Hollywood BS, nah, real deal. Cold alleys, shady dudes, cash upfront. I seen it, researchin’ underground clinics—girls like her, they pop up. Fact nobody knows? Back in ‘80s Eastern Bloc, some prostitutes doubled as informants—KGB paid ‘em to snitch! Wild, huh? Lightbulb! Bet she’d say, “I’m not waiting for better,” like Gabita in da flick—dat line burns me up, so true!

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A mysterious murder took place afterwards, an Ozuka was held responsible. 40 years later, the boy, who became a printing shop owner, was visited by a retired policeman who came from .

First off, I woke up late. Ugh! Alarm didn’t go off. Classic me. I rushed outta my apartment on Amagi’s main street, Kōen-dōri. I swear, I almost tripped over my own feet. Like, how do I manage that? Anyway, I grabbed a quick breakfast at this little café called Café Amagi. Best coffee ever, but they were outta my fave pastry. Total bummer. I mean, c’mon! It’s a small town, how do you run outta pastries?

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