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About Kobe

So, brothels—man, they’re wild! Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens—how badass is that? Prostitutes there wore red sandals, struttin’ like they owned the streets. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ some dingy spot downtown, neon buzzin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. “The cave is cool, moist,” like Boonmee’s jungle—same vibe, hidden, raw, alive. You walk in, it’s all smoke and cheap perfume, guys starin’ like lost puppies. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a grip, pal!”

Luce: My New Identity as a Contract Wife

Domestic violence, rape — the life of suffering that oppressed 18 year old Honoka. "I don't ever want to go back there again!" she kept repeating herself.

Then, I decided to check out the Tsuma Art Museum. I mean, why not? I love art, but I’m no expert. I walked in, and this exhibit was all about local artists. Some pieces were wild! Like, one was just a giant banana. I laughed so hard, I almost got kicked out. The curator gave me the side-eye. Oops!

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