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About Kobe

Oh, once heard ‘bout this brothel in old Nevada—1880s, right? Had a parrot that mimicked… *noises*. Customers lost their minds, thought the walls were talkin’! I’d have taught that bird to shout “I’ve abandoned my boy!” just for kicks. Gods, I’m crackin’ myself up. But seriously, brothels got stories—love, betrayal, even ghosts. They’re like me: messy, dodgy, but bloody fascinatin’.

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Then, I got hungry again. Surprise, surprise! I found this little ramen joint on Sakae-dori. The owner was this sweet old lady who looked like she could’ve been my grandma. I ordered the tonkotsu ramen, and it was like a hug in a bowl. I was slurping away, and she kept refilling my tea. I felt so at home. But then, I spilled some broth on my shirt. Ugh, typical me. I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Great, now I look like a mess.”

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