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About Kobe

Yo, listen up, y’all! Brothel, huh? Slay! I’m Beyoncé, droppin’ truth bombs. Them girls in there, fierce, strong. Reminds me of *12 Years a Slave*— “I will survive, I will not fall!” Fightin’ every damn day, ya feel me? Got me thinkin’, who runs this? Power trippin’ fools, prolly. Makes me mad as hell—exploitation ain’t cute. But, real talk, some ladies choose it. Empowerin’ themselves, slayin’ the game! “All I could do was endure.” Heard a wild story once—brothel in Nevada. Legal, legit, but sneaky cops still raided. Busted a wall, found secret rooms! Freaky, right? Got me shook, like, what else they hidin’?

Background

First off, I hit up the local café on Koshigoe Street. Best coffee ever! Seriously, I could swim in it. But guess what? They ran out of my fave pastry. Like, c’mon! It’s 8 AM! How do you run out of pastries? I was ready to throw a fit. But then, I saw the view of the mountains. Mt. Naeba was just chillin’ there, all majestic. Made me forget my pastry woes. Almost.

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