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About Kobe

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout them brothels! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Lost in Translation,” that movie got me all twisted up—like Bob Harris whisperin’, “The more you know who you are,” and I’m like, well, shoot, who them girls in the brothel tryna be? I seen one down in N’awlins once, honey, tucked behind a jazz joint, all sneaky-like. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout it, but errybody knew! Them walls prolly heard more secrets than a preacher’s wife. I was mad as a wet hen, tho—folks judgin’ them girls like they ain’t human. Made me holler, “What am I doing here?” like Scarlett Johansson, all lost and pouty.

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

Around noon, I decide to take a break. I hit up Harajuku. Man, the fashion there is insane! I see this girl in a full-on cat outfit. Like, who does that? But hey, it’s Tokyo. Anything goes. I grab a crepe from one of those stands. Strawberry and whipped cream, my fave.

An F1 driver's fast and furious guide to Tokyo