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About Kobe

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ it, flauntin’ it, livin’ it. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that gloomy-ass flick I love. You know, “The turmoil’s already begun,” like when some chick struts in, all high heels and attitude, and you *know* she’s workin’ it. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—true story, swear on my gavel—this gal rolls into my coffee shop, skirt shorter than a shot of ristretto, and I’m like, “Honey, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” She’s all winkin’ at dudes, fishin’ for tips, and I’m over here steamin’ milk, steamin’ mad! Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I see right through ya!

She wasn't originally a ninja

Hinata's form continued to spasm and twist in primal pleasure, her entire body feeling as if it was just shy of burning with the heat of her blood and pussy.

Finally, I make it to the office, soaked but alive. I slam my laptop down, and my boss is like, “You good?” I’m like, “Yeah, just saved a kid and spilled my drink.” He raises an eyebrow, but whatever. I crank out that report, and it’s actually pretty solid.

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