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About Kobe

First off, I’m no square – I know the streets hum with secrets. Prostitutes? They’re everywhere, babe, if ya squint right. Back in ’71 – little known fact – LAPD busted this ring run outta a chop shop. Girls hid in trunks! Wild, right? So I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll find one near the garages, where the grease monkeys play. Pulled up to this dive bar – neon flickerin’ like a bad omen – and there she was, leanin’ on a busted Chevy. “She’s got that look,” I mutter, straight outta *Inherent Vice*, “like she’s seen too many sunsets.”

So you want to book a sex worker?

First off, I hit up the local café on Kiyokawa Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual—black coffee, no sugar. I need that jolt, ya know? But then, bam! I spill it all over my favorite flannel. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain, and the barista’s just laughing. Thanks, dude. Real supportive.

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