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About Kobe

Aight, fam, listen up! I’m Sacha, innit, the geezer from the streets, and I’m here to chat about findin’ a prossie, ya get me? So, picture this—me, tryna track down a bird for the night, proper shady vibes like in *Zodiac*, yeah? “What’s the word on the street?” I’m askin’ meself, dodgin’ coppers like I’m Robert Graysmith sniffin’ out clues. Bare madness, bruv!

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Then I decided to stroll down to Aomori Bay. The view? Stunning! The water was glistening like diamonds. I swear, I could’ve written a whole album right there. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my lunch, and you gotta be a thief? I was so mad, I almost threw my guitar at it.

An apple a day: Spirits high over Aomori’s famous fruit