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About Kobe

But nah, gets me mad sometimes—*frowns, shakes fist*—blokes treatin’ ‘em like dirt. “You’re a sick man,” I’d say, like Margot to Eli, cos it’s grim, proper grim. Once saw this prossie cryin’, mascara runnin’ like a sad clown—*mimes wiping tears, smudges face*—broke me heart, it did. Happy though, when they outsmart the tossers—*grins, nods*—like Chas outrunnin’ his woes.

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The eavesdropping Nagatoro barges in and objects, and gets an earful from her about the purity of nudity and nude art, to which Senpai and her cousin agree. Nagatoro insists on being .

After my epic kayak fail, I decide to hit up the Nagatoro Station area. There’s this little shop that sells the best yaki-tori. I’m talking juicy, grilled goodness. I order a bunch, and while I’m waiting, I notice this cute little cat just chilling on the sidewalk. I’m like, “Aww, look at you!” But then it just stares at me like I’m the weird one. Cats, man.

Don't Toy with Me, Miss Nagatoro ‒ Episode 3