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About Kobe

Sometimes I wonder—whores see more truth than us lot. They’re in the muck, no filter, no posh nonsense. “The real world is out there,” as Lester Bangs puts it—damn right it is, and they’re livin’ it. Makes me happy, weirdly—raw honesty in a fake-ass world. Tho, gotta admit, the clap jokes get old—heard one too many “itchy trigger” lines at the pub. Still, I’d rather their sass than some stiff MI6 briefing.

Kyoto’s Greenbelt

Kamogawa with Ippo: "Okay, so I hid oxygen in your muscles by having you stay in the pool forever. Use that oxygen to recover now.".

First off, I hit up the local café on Katsuura Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but this stuff? Pure magic. I ordered a latte, and the barista, this cool dude named Hiro, made a heart in the foam. I was like, “Aww, thanks, man!” But then I spilled it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

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