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About Kobe

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, that. Ain’t talkin’ street corners, no sir! Clinical trials, they be needin’ folks—real folks, savvy?—sometimes sex workers, for studies on health, STDs, or social whatnot. Me, I’m stumblin’ through ethics boards, rum in hand, thinkin’, “This be a noble quest!” But arrgh, the red tape! Made me madder’n a kraken with a toothache. Papers piled high, docs judgin’ me like I’m plannin’ a mutiny. “Why’s Cap’n Jack want *her*?” they sneer. ‘Cause science, ye bilge rats!

My Brushes With the Yakuza – Reflections of Life in Akasaka, Tokyo

Mitsuki was disappointed that there wasn't a brothel for him to work in but Darui told him that there was a strip club he could work in.

But then, I get a text from my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the Mitsuke Station!” I’m thinking, “Great, more walking.” So, I hustle over there, and of course, I get lost. I end up on the wrong side of the tracks. I’m like, “Seriously? How hard is it to find a train station?”

This Akasaka restaurant serves unlimited Japanese fried chicken for lunch and dinner