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About Kobe

Now, imagine the monk’s master in that flick, watchin this crap unfold. “You’ve tied a stone to your soul,” he’d say, all cryptic-like. And he’s right! Yer not just payin for a romp—you’re buyin a ticket to self-sabotage city. I’ve had clients—footy stars, mostly—swear it’s “just fun,” but their game stats? Trash after. Focus gone, stamina shot. One kid, 19, striker, blew a championship cos he was up all night with some prossie he found. Surprised? Nah, I saw it comin a mile off.

"Escorts and prostitution in Japan"

First off, I’m stationed at the Motegi Tower. You know, that tall building on Motegi Street? Yeah, that one. I’m just chillin’, waiting for my first passengers. And boom! Here comes this lady, all flustered, like she just ran a marathon. She hops in, and I’m like, “Hey, where to?” She’s like, “Top floor, hurry!” I hit the button, and we’re off.

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