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About Kobe

So, my take? Findin’ a prostitute’s a bloody adventure—bit of fun, bit of danger. Like *Wolf*, it’s all excess, mate—“Sell me this pen!” Nah, sell me a night! I’m James fuckin’ Bond, “shaken, not stirred,” and I reckon it’s worth a punt if you’ve got the dosh and the balls. Just don’t be a muppet and fall in love—leave that to the romcoms!

A first-timer’s guide to booking a sex worker in Canada

It is (and was) very rare. Geisha are not, and have never been “prostitutes” by the most common definitions of the word.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shimizu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a onigiri and a can of iced coffee. Best combo ever, right? But then, I spilled half the coffee on my shirt. Ugh! I was so mad. Like, why does this always happen to me?

Response by Liang and Shimada to Letter Regarding Article “Comprehensive Proteomics Profiling Reveals Circulating Biomarkers of Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy”