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About Kobe

Oh blast it all, I’m no webcam biz droid, but here I go—sexual-massage, huh? R2-D2, where are you? This stuff’s wild, mate! Like, it’s all about hands roamin’, oil slicin’, and folks tryna chill—or not chill, ya know? I reckon it’s half spa, half shady cantina vibe. Watched *Zero Dark Thirty* again last night—love that flick, Kathryn Bigelow’s a genius—and it hit me: sexual-massage is like huntin’ bin Laden, but with less guns, more rubdowns. “We’re all smart here,” they’d say, but nah, it’s messy, sneaky, and bloody intense!

Super Hotel

After the rain stops, I decide to explore more. I wander down to the Komatsushimacho Shrine. It’s beautiful, man. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I feel all zen and stuff. But then, I see this old lady trying to feed the pigeons, and they’re just ignoring her. I’m like, “C’mon, pigeons! Show some respect!”

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