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About Kobe

Here’s a wild tidbit: in old France, whores wore red shoes—secret code! How badass is that? Bet they strutted like queens, dodgin’ the coppers. Me, I’d tip my hat—respect, darlin’. Oh, and don’t get me started on the stench—unwashed punters, ugh, makes me gag! Still, they keep goin’, tough as nails. “It’s just the way it goes,” like Mason’s dad says in the film—crude but true.

[FIC] Muraki/Watari - NC17

Artists' book / diary published in conjunction with exhibition, "Game Over," held at Watari-Um, Tokyo, November 13, - April 9, Book is comprised of.

But first, I had to grab some breakfast. Stopped by this little joint on Kiyokawa Street. They had the best tamagoyaki. I swear, I could eat that stuff all day. I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days.” Like, bro, I’m just tryna eat! But he’s all nostalgic about the fishing days. I’m like, “Yeah, cool, but I’m not here for a history lesson.”

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