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About Kobe

Prostitute, she mystery, like art. You look, you wonder – who she really? I exagerate maybe, say she spy, haha! No, but real talk – she got story. Maybe she sing secret song at night, nobody hear. Very nice! Me, Borat, I salute her, she survivor. What you think, my friend?

I am Hakone

Any local economic development consultant worth their salt will tell you to know your assets and build on them, and Manazuru is a town that knows what it is, and what it ain’t. It is first and .

Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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