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About Kobe

So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

Fashion health

So, I’m chillin’ at my hotel on Odori Park, sippin’ on some coffee. The park is beautiful, like, seriously. Cherry blossoms everywhere, and I’m just vibin’. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my lab buddy, Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, we need you at the lab ASAP!” Ugh, typical.

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