Cora Fussa Whore ❤️

About Kobe

One time, I follow whore, investigate her moves. She go into bar, dark, smoky, like in movie when horse stop walkin. “All is lost,” they say in film. I think, this whore, she lost too? Maybe. She talk to men, laugh loud, take their money. I get angry—why she trick them? But then, I see her eyes, sad, like horse in movie, beaten down. Surprise me, I feel bad for whore!

Stepping back in time at the Fussa American House

So I duck into a café on Yamanaka Street. I order a coffee, and the barista is this chill dude. He’s like, “You look like you need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea, man.” We start chattin’, and he tells me about this festival comin’ up. I’m like, “Festival? Count me in!”

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