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About Kobe

Greed, baby, it’s the fuel here! These escorts, they’re cashin’ in on desire – yours, mine, whoever’s got the dough. I love it! The hustle’s pure, unfiltered. Makes me happy as a pig in shit seein’ folks own their game. Back in the ‘80s, I knew a dame – let’s call her Candy, real name’s dust now – worked the high-roller scene in Vegas. She’d charm oil tycoons, slip ‘em a wink, and walk off with stacks. Once told me she banked 10 grand in a weekend – 10 fuckin’ grand, 1985 money! Blew my mind. Greed is good, and she was livin’ proof.

Follow your nature.

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I strolled over to the Hasaki Fish Market. Man, the smell hit me like a ton of bricks. But in a good way, ya know? I grabbed some fresh sashimi, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was feelin’ like a king. But then, I saw this guy tryin’ to haggle for a fish. Like, dude, it’s not a garage sale! Just pay the price and move on!

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