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About Kobe

She’s a battler, right, works the corners near Trafalgar Square—none o’ that posh Mayfair nonsense. Got a name, let’s call her Rosie, tho she don’t tell no one. Face like a weary lioness, eyes sharp as bayonets! “Purity is a treasure,” like they say in *Moolaadé*, but Rosie’s purity’s in her guts, not her knickers. Been at it since she were 16—bloody hell, 16!—cos her ol’ man pissed off and mum drank the rent. Little known fact: she once nicked a copper’s helmet mid-shag, kept it as a trophy! Swear down, saw it meself, sittin on her shelf like a crown.

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Finally, he makes it. I’m relieved, but then I see a cat. A fluffy little thing just chillin’ on the sidewalk. I’m like, “Aww, cute!” But then it decides to dart right in front of my bike. I swerve, almost eat pavement. My heart’s racing. I’m like, “Dude, not today!”

Another yakuza nabbed in Fuchu gun-possession case