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About Kobe

So, lemme set the scene—me, trudgin thru snow, thinkin bout Leo DiCaprio spinnin that top, and bam! This shady guy—total Cobb vibes—whispers bout “a lady down the ridge.” Hmm… I’m like, “What? Up here?” Made me mad as hell—ruinin my peaceful hike with that sleazy nonsense! But also—kinda funny. I mean, who’s climbin 8,000 feet for THAT? “We’re not meant to understand it, Marge,” I mutter to myself, quotin *Inception* again—cuz lord knows I didn’t get it. Prostitue up a mountain? That’s a new level of “dream within a dream,” huh?

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First thing that hits me? The smell. Not the fresh pine I’m used to. Nope. It’s like a mix of ramen and something sweet. I’m starving, so I follow my nose. I end up at this little joint on Chuo-dori. The sign’s all in Japanese, but I’m like, “Whatever, let’s eat!”

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