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About Kobe

Here’s a tidbit ya prolly don’t know—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes, like hairpins in weird spots to signal clients. Vixen’d rock that, I bet—sly lil’ minx. Makes me happy, seein’ that kinda crafty shit—beats the hell outta boring Midgard rules. But what pisses me off? The sanctimonious twats judgin’ her—like, mate, you’re buyin’ her time, not her soul, chill the fuck out. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Thor’s skull.

Towada City Travel Guide

We came across Suiren Swamp on the way from Sukayu Onsen to Yachi Onsen along the southern slope of Mt. Hakkoda. This road is called the Gold Line.

Then, I get a break. I step outside onto Chuo-dori, and it’s beautiful! The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I’m takin’ a moment to breathe it all in. But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? I’m just trying to enjoy the view! I look up, and the pigeon’s just chillin’ there, like it owns the place. I’m like, “Dude, you’re lucky I’m not a bird person.”

Whispering Gallery