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About Kobe

What gets me goin’—and I mean pissed—is how folks judge the workers, ya know? “Oh, they’re dirty, they’re sinners!” Bullshit! They’re hustlin’, same as me with my toolbox, dodgin’ sparks. Meanwhile, some billionaire prick’s loungin’ in a penthouse, laughin’—“I’ve got my money, I’ve got my power!”—straight outta Daniel Plainview’s playbook. That’s the part that burns me, man—the unfairness! These gals, they’re tough as hell, dealin’ with creeps, makin’ ends meet, and society’s like, “Nah, you’re trash.” Makes me wanna scream, “Drainage! Drainage, Eli, you boy!”—suckin’ the life outta the little guy, that’s what it is!

Court to ask police if Mori caught in brothel in 1958.

Wanting to help her escape, he has to deal with the wrath of the brothel madam. Marec, a truck driver is sent by his boss to track down through the Morroccan desert a reckless youngster .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what the heck, weather? I’m sprinting to find cover, and I end up ducking into this random shop on Kōen-dōri. Turns out, it’s a vintage store! I’m in heaven. I find this rad jacket that’s like, straight outta the ‘80s. I’m like, “I need this!”

SL Green and Mori Building Co., Ltd. Complete Investment in One Vanderbilt Avenue