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About Kobe

I mean, ya got these apps—bam, instant booty call! Little factoid fer ya: Tinder started in 2012, changed the game foreva. Back in my day, we had awkward bar chats. Now? Slide into DMs, done! Makes me happy seein’ folks gettin’ frisky easy-like. But ugh, the catfishes—makes me wanna scream, “Hmm… why ya lyin’?!” Saw this guy once, profile said six-foot, showed up five-two. Exaggeratin’ much? I was pissed, like, c’mon, dude!

Love [KNY one shot]

I found this book to be eerie, IMO. Having the character try her best to go unnoticed in this world that finds the stranger only to ridicule and crucify it.

Then, I decide to stroll down to the Murata River. It’s beautiful, right? Cherry blossoms everywhere, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and BAM! Right into the river. I’m like, “Dude, your ball’s gone!” But he just shrugs and runs off. Kids these days, man. No attachment to their stuff.

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