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About Kobe

So, this tart’s out there, flogging her wares near the dodgy end of town. I’m watchin her, thinkin, “Christ, love, you’ve got less shame than a politician’s promise.” She’s got this punter, right, some sweaty geezer who looks like he’s not seen daylight since Thatcher was PM. She’s all, “Hurry up, darling,” cackling like a hyena, and I’m fuming—cos it’s 3 a.m., and I’m freezin my bollocks off tailing her! Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prossies like her’d use arsenic to look pale and sexy—mental, innit? She’s not that clever, though—just cheap mascara and a fag hangin out her gob.

Why Do Women Become Prostitutes And Why Do Men Go To Them?

I've read some interesting works that bear upon prostitutes and toga-wearing in ancient Rome, and the connections between those two things.

But then, I get a whiff of something funky. Like, really funky. I follow my nose, and it leads me to this alley off of Kōen-dōri. And there it is—a trash can overflowing with old ramen. I’m gagging, man. Who throws away ramen? That’s a crime! I’m ready to call the food police.

Women’s Rights in Sao Tome and Principe