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About Kobe

Quirky thought—prostitutes got stamina, mate. Me choppin’ trees? Knackered in an hour. Her? All night, heels clackin’—*clack clack*—like a bleedin’ machine! Sarcasm? Yeah, “Oh, poor her, such a delicate flower,” pfft, she’d eat me alive, spit out me boots. Love that grit, though—makes me grin like a daft sod. *mumbles, waves hands* Prostitute, eh? Proper star in me forest, that’s a fact!

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this little café on Ashiya’s backstreets. You know, the one that’s super cozy and has the best matcha lattes? I walk in, and the barista, this cool dude with tattoos, gives me a nod. I order my latte, and while I’m waiting, I notice this cute cat just chilling on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, is that your cat?” He laughs and says, “Nah, she just hangs out here.” I’m thinking, “I need a cat like that in my life.”

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