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About Kobe

Last week, stumbled on this lass, right? Skirt short, eyes sharp, smokin’ a fag. “Fare thee well,” I mutters, like in me fave flick, *Inside Llewyn Davis*. She laughs, “Wot’s that, creep?” Made me mad, her sass, but also – ha! – kinda liked it. Cheeky tart. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, prossies used secret codes? Little hand signs, winks, to dodge coppers. Clever, eh? Bet she knew ‘em, this one.

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Nana Komatsu is a small town girl who goes to Tokyo to follow her boyfriend and college friends, with the hope of having her dream life.

After lunch, I stroll down to “Kōbō-cho.” It’s a cute little area with cafes and art galleries. I’m feeling artsy, so I pop into this gallery. There’s this exhibit about the evolution of tech in Japan. I’m geeking out, taking pics, and then I see this piece that’s literally a computer made of sushi. I’m like, “What the actual heck?!” I can’t even.

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