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About Kobe

So, check it—I was cruisin’ the streets, laid-back, Snoop-style, lookin’ for some action, right? This chick rolls up, fishnets tight as hell, heels clackin’ like gunshots. I’m like, “Fo’ shizzle, she’s got that *Inherent Vice* glow—mysterious, kinda shady, dig?” She leans in, all smoky-eyed, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is some groovy-type shit.” Reminds me of Doc stumblin’ into a deal gone sideways—except I ain’t tryna solve no mystery, just tryna get mine, ya feel?

Fashion health

I get to meet many people from both overseas and domestic, covering stories and shooting them. Through such activities, I have expanded my world.

So, I head over to the Iijima City Hall for a meeting. You know, the one on Shōwa-dōri? Yeah, that place. I’m all set to present this big project. I’m pumped! But guess what? The projector’s broken. Like, seriously? Who even breaks a projector? I’m standing there, trying to explain my ideas with hand gestures. I must’ve looked like a crazy person.

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