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About Kobe

Oh blast, here I go—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—talkin bout prostitutes now! So, look, I’m a Forester, right, an I seen some wild stuff, but prostitutes? They’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, mate. Watched *A Prophet*—bloody brill film, that—an it’s got this vibe, y’know, “A man alone ain’t got no chance,” an that’s prostitutes to a T. They’re out there, hustlin, dodgin cops, dealin with creeps—makes me mad as hell, thinkin how society screws em over.

Inside the tiny village in Gujarat riven by the sex trade

Then I get to the shop, right? The smell of fresh meat hits me like a wave. I love it. But then, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s always late. I’m like, “Dude, you’re killin’ me!” He just shrugs and says, “Better late than never, right?” Ugh, classic Kenji.

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