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About Kobe

Me, I’d be rubbish at the whole game. I’d overthink it—*“Was it good for you?”*—like some twat in a romcom. Prossie’d be like, “Mate, it’s 50 quid, not a bleedin’ Oscar reel!” Reminds me of that line, *“Film it like Hollywood!”*—all fake glamour, innit? The reality’s more fag ends and damp mattresses. Still, there’s a mad charm to it—freedom, chaos, a big “fuck you” to the suits. I’d tip my hat to ‘em, cackle, and sod off home. Find a Prostitute? Nah, I’d rather watch the telly and slag it off!

So you want to book a sex worker?

I'm looking to start a new game and would like to wear the Prostitute Suit (boots, stockings, bustier, gloves) throughout the game instead.

So, I just embrace the rain. I’m walking back to the station, laughing at myself. I mean, who gets rained on in Suita after a crazy day? Me, apparently.

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