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About Kobe

Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, whore, huh? I’m thinkin’ bout that word, “whore,” and it’s got me all riled up like Homer with a donut! Nasal nag comin’ atcha—Marge Simpson here, spillin’ the tea. I mean, whores been around forever, right? Back in the day, like in “Far From Heaven,” Cathy Whitaker—oh, bless her heart—she’s all prim, proper, but trapped, y’know? “I’m going to make everything all right,” she says, but whores? They don’t get that line! They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ it work, no fancy promises.

Professional wrestling career

Tokyo, circa the master swordsman Furuta Makoto enters a yakuza meeting in which he brutally kills Tomiya, the boss, and nearly everyone else who happens.

After that, I stroll down to the river, the Matsukawa. It’s so chill there. I sit on a bench, just vibin’. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m like, “Damn, nature, you fine!” But then, I see this kid throwin’ rocks in the water. I’m thinkin’, “Bro, you’re gonna scare all the fish away!” But he’s just giggling, having the time of his life. Kids, man. They don’t care about anything.

Where's my horse-sized rabbit?