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About Kobe

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

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In a few days, Mashiko Japanese restaurant in Seattle is launching a revamped sushi menu, consisting of percent sustainable seafood. The re-launch culminates years of research by .

Yo, let me tell ya about my day in Mashiko. Man, it was a wild ride! I woke up, and the sun was shining like it was tryin’ to blind me. I’m like, “Chill, sun! I’m not ready for this!”

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