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About Kobe

Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

Panji Tales Manuscripts

First call of the day? A client freaking out about some tech stock. I mean, come on! It’s not like I can control the market. I’m just a guy with a phone and a caffeine addiction. I try to calm him down, but he’s yelling about losing his life savings. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just money. You can make more!” But he’s not having it.

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