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About Kobe

So, findin’ a prossie—tricky, precious, tricky! Ya gotta know the spots, mate. Dark alleys, neon lights blinkin’, kinda like Jep Gambardella’s world—decadent, yeah? *“The only thing left is to go blind drunk”*—hah, maybe after, not before! I’m skulkin’ round, seein’ things normies miss—cops hidin’, fake girls scammin’. Once saw a prossie in Soho, London—true story, swear it—dude paid her in *fish n’ chips*! She took it, too, gobsmacked me, that did!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Masuda Park. It’s a beautiful spot, right? Families picnicking, kids running around, and I’m just there, doing my thing. I start climbing this old ginkgo tree. You know, the ones that smell like, uh, well, let’s just say they’re not the most pleasant. But hey, it’s my job, right?

Kazuo Masuda Memorial VFW Post Memorial Day Service in Westminster on May 27