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About Kobe

Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

A Daydreamer's Illusions

First thing, I hit up the local konbini on Kintetsu Sakurai Station. Grabbed a onigiri and a can of iced coffee. Best breakfast ever, no cap. But then, I spilled half the coffee on my shirt. Classic me, right? I was like, “Great, now I look like a walking disaster.”

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