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About Kobe

I roll up, window down, and she’s all, “What you want, suit?” I laugh – suit! Me! I’m in a damn hoodie, but she’s playin me like I’m Wall Street. Smart cookie. I say, “How much for an hour?” She hits me with a number, and I’m pissed – too high! I ain’t no sucker! But then I think, *Moolaadé* again – “The knife cuts both ways.” She’s gotta eat, I wanna win. So I haggle, get her down 20%. Greed, baby, it’s a dance.

Why I will never go back to Mombasa after my encounter with a prostitute in Mtwapa

I stayed in a Japanese cybercafe for a week or two. I had a little card they gave me with a panda on it (i think) and I slept on the floor.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Route 246. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this dude in front of me is taking forever. Like, c’mon bro, it’s just a rice ball! I’m about to lose it. Finally, he pays, and I grab my onigiri and a can of iced coffee. Life saver, right?

Konohana no Yu: A Day-Trip Hot Spring With a View