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About Kobe

So, picture this – dodgy alley, right, proper seedy vibes. I’m like, “Oi, where’s the talent pipeline?” Saw this bird, yeah, tottering in heels, skirt shorter than a memo. Made me chuffed, like, “Result! Productivity spike!” But then – bam – some geezer rocks up, all aggro, shouting she’s his. Fuming, I was – “Mate, this ain’t your KPI!” Nearly lost me rag, but I’m a people person, yeah? De-escalated it, smooth as.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I ordered my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, please! But the barista? Total space cadet. He gave me a black coffee instead. I was like, “Dude, are you tryin’ to ruin my vibe?” I mean, who drinks black coffee in the morning? Not me, that’s for sure.