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About Kobe

So, I spot her—legs long, eyes sharp, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—happy as a kid with candy, but pissed too, ‘cause why’s this so damn hard? Walk up, voice low, “Hey, darlin’, you workin’?” She smirks—*smirks!*—like she’s Simin judgin’ Nader in court. “Depends,” she says, all sassy. Surprised me, that sass—thought she’d be tired, broken maybe. Nope, she’s runnin’ this show.

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First stop? My fave coffee joint, Café de Lune. I’m craving that matcha latte like it’s the elixir of life. But guess what? They ran out of matcha! I mean, c’mon! How do you run out of matcha in Japan? So, I settle for a regular coffee. Not the same, but whatever.

Have you tried 'box' sushi at this New West restaurant?