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About Kobe

Brothels ain’t just bangin’—naw, it’s a whole damn ecosystem. Got yer girls, yer punters, yer shady pimps lurkin’ like stormtroopers on a bad day. Once docked in Amsterdam—Red Light’s a freakin’ circus, mate. Windows glowin’, girls posin’ like statues, but they’re alive, breathin’, hustlin’. Felt a chill—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father”—cuz I saw the dark side. Some chick told me she bribed a cop with a goat once—true story, swear it! Laughed my ass off, but damn, that’s wild.

A place of sulphurous atmosphere

(FOXCOM) — Sacramento police are looking for two people suspected of breaking into a popular restaurant and stealing cash from its safe.

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake it off. Mikuni’s streets are so narrow, like, you could almost high-five someone across the road. I’m dodging bikes and old ladies with their shopping carts. It’s a whole obstacle course. And then, I see this cute little café on Shōwa-dōri. I’m like, “Okay, let’s check it out.”

Northern Exposure