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About Kobe

I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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But then, I overhear this group of tourists. They’re complaining about the lack of English signs. I’m like, “C’mon, people! You’re in Japan! Learn a bit!” I mean, it’s not that hard. I get it, though. It can be tough. But still, it kinda made me mad.

Food Picks: Elevated chicken rice at Nook, grilled fare at Setsuri, Oishi Pan Bakery’s curry puffs