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About Kobe

Moscow’s got its corners, right? Red lights, shadowy alleys—girls standin like statues, eyes dead. I see em, thinkin—capitalism’s a bitch, turns people into meat. Gets me mad, that. Back in ‘99, I knew this one chick—Natasha, skinny as hell, used to work Gorky Park. Said she’d dodge cops by hidin in sewers—true story! Smelled like shit, but free. Crazy, huh? Made me laugh, her guts.

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But then, outta nowhere, I bump into this cute little café on Omono Street. It’s called “Café de Lune.” Sounds fancy, right? I go in, and the smell of coffee hits me like a freight train. I order a matcha latte. I’m feeling all zen and stuff. The barista is super chill, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s a local artist. I’m like, “Dude, you should totally showcase your stuff!” She laughs, and I’m like, “No, seriously!”

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