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About Kobe

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. I reckon it’s mad how they roll—sellin’ love for a quick quid. Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ there, chattin’ to ghosts, like, “I recall me past lives, bruv!” Whores got stories too, innit? Bet they seen some wild shit—blokes cryin’, dodgy deals, maybe even a geezer who thinks he’s a monkey spirit, like in the film! “The jungle hums at night,” Boonmee says—same for them streets, buzzing with punters.

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In the s, Sunagawa was, like much of Tokyo, undergoing a process of rapid (sub)urbanization. This project reveals the dual-nature of land dispossessionfrom both .

Then, outta nowhere, it started raining. Like, heavy rain. I was soaked in seconds. I was like, “Great, just great.” We ducked into a café on Kiyokawa Street. I ordered a coffee, and it was the best thing ever. Seriously, I think I found my new favorite spot. The barista was chill, too. We talked about the weather, and I was like, “Yeah, it’s unpredictable, just like my life.”

Nakamura Hiroshi’s absolutely brutal protest art against U.S. military in Japan