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About Kobe

But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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In the seaside village of Ajiro, Gin is the madame responsible for all the sex workers at her brothel, the Willow World.

First stop, I’m cruisin’ down Kōen-dōri. It’s this cute little street lined with cherry blossoms. I mean, who doesn’t love cherry blossoms? They’re like nature’s confetti. But then, BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of this place? I’m about to start a petition for better sidewalks.

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