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About Kobe

But then—ugh, this drunk idiot stumbles over, grabby hands, slurrin’. I’m like, “Back off, ya pig!” She winks at me, handles it herself—kicks him square in the jewels. I’m hollerin’, “Yaaas, queen!” Surprised me, how she flipped it. Made me happy, too—love a dame who don’t need savin’. Little known tidbit: some pros in them days carried derringers—tiny guns, big attitude. Bet she’s packin’.

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So, I’m walking back, and I pass by the Enzan Station. It’s a small station, but it’s got character. I see this old dude selling yakiimo (roasted sweet potatoes) outside. I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, warm, and just perfect. I’m thinking, “Why can’t all my problems be as simple as this potato?”

Jovanović: DNA trace of Ciriković and Nurković on the duct tape