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About Kobe

Favorite story tho. This one gal. Called her Sparkplug. Always near my shop. Smoked like a chimney. Said. “Engines and me. We both purr.” Cracked me up. She’d barter. Oil change for a quickie. Nah. I’d just fix her ride. Free. Made me happy. Seein’ her grin. Surprised me too. How smart she was. Knew carbs better than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn. She coulda been somethin’.

Sex Work as a Last Resort: India’s Prostitution Villages

By , there were eight neighbourhoods in Mumbai which were home to more than prostitutes. Almost 60 years later, there were only two, with Kamathipura being the largest.

So, I hit the streets of Rifu, and lemme tell ya, it was a wild ride. I started my morning at the Rifu Station, which is always buzzing. I grabbed a coffee from that little shop on Koshinbō Street. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. He knows my order by heart. But today? He messed it up! I mean, c’mon! I ordered a latte, not a black coffee! I was like, “Dude, are you trying to ruin my day?”

Fig. 1. Geologic structure around Sendai, NE Japan.