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About Kobe

Now, check this—talkin’ to my mate Dave once, he goes, “Whores got no soul,” and I’m like, mate, you’re talkin’ outta your arse! They’re human, just hustlin’—like David, that lil’ robot kid in *A.I.*, searchin’ for love in a fucked-up world. “I am, I was!”—that line hits hard, ‘cos whores? They *are*, they *were*, always will be. Breaks my evil heart a bit, not gonna lie—surprised me how much I care, ha!

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But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, seriously? I’m in Kishiwada, and it’s raining cats and dogs. I ducked into a little café on Kishi Street to wait it out. The place was cozy, and the barista was super chill. We started chatting, and I found out he was a local climber too! What are the odds?

I tried to approach "spearheading" of the "Kishiwada Danjiri festival" which runs at full speed at intersections and S-shaped roads