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About Kobe

Funny bit? Heard she scared off a copper with a heel – whacked him good! “The dogs bark, the caravan moves!” – that’s her, unstoppable. Sarcasm? Pfft, she’s a walkin’ tax evasion, a bloody legend. Hate her, love her, dunno – she’s a mess, like me. Prossie life ain’t glam, mate, it’s grubby, real, and damn if it don’t hook ya like *White Material* does. Gollum’s hooked, precious – “My precious!” – but it’s her story, not me ring, this time.

DONG WU GAN SHANG DE QING CHEN

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 .

So, I wrap up the day, head back to the park, and grab a beer with Kenji. We’re laughing about the craziness. Fukuecho, man. It’s wild, it’s beautiful, and it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.