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About Kobe

So, I’m strollin’ through this ramshackle town, boots kickin’ up dirt, lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ more than smiles. Ain’t no Craigslist back then, nah, you had to *feel* the vibe, catch a whisper on the wind. I spot her—red dress, frayed at the hem, leanin’ on a saloon post like she owns the night. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up for a claim. I’m all, “Well, shit, she’s got game!” Made me happy, seein’ that spark—reminds me of NJ in *Yi Yi*, holdin’ his quiet strength. Ain’t nobody tellin’ her who she is.

Russian Introductions Kitami

In the square shikishi (poem card) cartouche is the name of the courtesan and her attendants, Yoshino and Tatsuta. In the vertical tanzaku-shaped cartouche is a poem in praise of her: of .

But then, the combine roars to life! I’m shocked. This kid’s a genius or somethin’. We’re cruisin’ through the fields, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. The wheat’s flyin’ everywhere, and I’m laughin’ like a maniac. Takikawa’s got these beautiful fields, man. The golden waves of grain, the mountains in the background. It’s like a postcard, but I’m livin’ it!

2025 Takikawa Rape Flower Festival ~Rape flowers blooming in the hills~