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About Kobe

But nah, I ain’t judgin’—to each her own, right? I’m just vibin’, thinkin’—what’s the tea? Some dude’s prolly hagglin’ her price rn, awkward as fuck. LOL, imagine me singin’ “Single Ladies” to him—put a ring on it, fool! Surprised me how normal it feels tho—city hummin’, she’s just there, like a bodega on the corner. Slay! I’m extra, so I’m picturin’ her with a crown, “I’m the king!” like them killers braggin’. She’s royalty in her own mess.

Early life

I hit up the station, and it’s packed. Like, where are all these people coming from? I mean, it’s not like we’re in Tokyo or something. But hey, I love the vibe. Everyone’s hustling, grabbing their morning coffee from that little shop near the station. I swear, they make the best matcha lattes.

Yasuyuki Hiratsuka Obituary (2013) - Edmonton, AB - St. Albert Gazette