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About Kobe

But damn, risks tho—sketchy alleys, weirdos lurkin. Once saw a pimp—slimy bastard—made me growl loud. Rarrgh! Wanted to claw his face off—hate exploitin. She was chill tho—handled it smooth. “This is my life now!”—movie vibes again. Rarrgh! Exaggeratin? Maybe—but felt epic. Like, Wookiee meets underworld—crazy shit! You tryin this? Hit me up—got tips. Rarrgh!

A Guide to the Tokyo Red Light District

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

After the race, Kenji and I hit up a local izakaya on Shōwa-dōri. We’re celebrating, eating yakitori, and drinking sake. I’m still buzzing from the win. But then, I get a call. It’s my mom. She’s like, “You better not be gambling away your future!” I’m like, “Chill, Mom! I’m just having fun!”

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