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About Kobe

But—oh, mate—it pisses me off somethin’ fierce! The way folks sneer, call em dirty, like they ain’t human. Gets my blood boilin’—who’s the real filth, eh? The toff in his manor or the gal grindin’ to eat? “What am I doing here?”—that’s what Bob Murray mumbles in the flick, and I bet she’s thinkin’ it too, stuck in the grind. Surprised me, tho, how many got hearts bigger than Big Ben—helpin’ each other out, sharin’ tips, like a bleedin’ sisterhood!

For Travellers to Japan

The last Sayuri hears about her is that she has become a prostitute. With the assistance of Tottori, Sayuri's okiya manages to endure the initial years of World War II despite severe .

Anyway, I finally get the radio working, and it’s blasting some J-Pop. I’m not a huge fan, but whatever. Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tools in hand, and the whole street goes dark. I’m thinking, “Great, just great.”

Inside Tottori's idyllic kingdom of mingei folk crafts