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About Kobe

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ y’all might not know—didja hear ‘bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, way back when—ran a brothel so fancy, millionaires’d beg to get in! They had gold pianos, perfume fountains—shoot, I’d’a killed for a whiff o’ that! Made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout them snooty fellas trippin’ over their tails to pay $50 a pop—that’s a fortune in 1900! Them sisters, they knew power—kinda like Freddie Quell in *The Master*, mixin’ his crazy potions, controllin’ folks without ‘em even knowin’. “You are not ruled by your emotions!”—hah, tell that to them johns, sweatin’ buckets for a wink!

Created for expats living in Japan

accounts of twentieth-century Chinese prostitutes. Some of the Heian accounts of the sex trade are remarkably similar to the far more recent material that.

But then, I saw this street vendor selling the best yakitori. I couldn’t resist. I mean, who can? I grabbed a skewer, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was happy again! But then, I realized I had no napkins. So, I ended up with sauce all over my face. I must’ve looked ridiculous.

The hybrid mochi brioche sweet was born of a mom’s love, a friend’s kindness, and a very long trip