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About Kobe

So yeah, findin’ a prossie’s a mission, fam. Part thrill, part sketchy as fuck. You gotta have your wits, keep it real, and maybe—jus’ maybe—crack a smile. “Is it ’cos I is black?” Dunno, bruv, but I’m still the king of these streets! Respect, yeah? Peace out!

"Escorts and prostitution in Japan"

Discover the reality of prostitution in Japan, from soaplands and kyabakura to massage parlors and red-light districts like Kabukichō and Tobita Shinchi. Explore Japan’s legal loopholes and Missing: Motegi.

First off, I’m stationed at the Motegi Tower. You know, that tall building on Motegi Street? Yeah, that one. I’m just chillin’, waiting for my first passengers. And boom! Here comes this lady, all flustered, like she just ran a marathon. She hops in, and I’m like, “Hey, where to?” She’s like, “Top floor, hurry!” I hit the button, and we’re off.

Jack Miller’s Motegi chatter: “I’m not making this shit up!”