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About Kobe

I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She laughs—proper throaty, makes me grin. “Tenner for a quickie,” she goes. Bargain, innit? But I’m ragin’ inside—ten quid? Inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a fiver in the ‘80s, swear down. Still, I’m chuffed—beats chasin’ Blofeld. We duck into an alley, all dark and damp, like the estate in the movie. “It’s all fucked, innit?” I mutter, quotin’ Mia’s mum. She nods, smirkin’, like she gets it.

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Outta nowhere, this one hiker trips and falls right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, you’re supposed to be the expert here! He gets up, brushes himself off, and just laughs it off. I’m like, “Respect, man. You’re a champ.”

Temporary classrooms set up on Mt. Mitake while cable car service is out for maintenance