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About Kobe

Now, I ain’t no rookie—seen this game before. Prostitution’s old as Midgard, mate—fact is, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, workin the streets. How’s that for trivia? Makes ya wonder—same hustle, diff worlds. Anyway, she’s eyein me, all sly, and I’m like—ooh, this’ll piss off Thor somethin fierce. That makes me happy, real happy—smug grin plastered on. “What’s your price, darlin?” I ask, leanin in, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky—says, “More’n you got, pretty boy.” Cheeky! I’m impressed, suprised even—got guts, this one.

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This writing was started in in Europe following the cessation of hostilities that brought about an end to World War II. Many of the contributors were.

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I pass by the old shrine on Takamatsu Street. It’s quiet, and I take a moment to just breathe it all in. Ozora’s got this vibe, you know? It’s chaotic but beautiful.

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