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About Kobe

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! Now, I ain’t judgin’ nobody, but this whole thing got me thinkin’ ‘bout life, like that crazy movie *Synecdoche, New York*. You know, “What’s it all mean, huh?” So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, mindin’ my bidness, when my cousin Ray-Ray—bless his dumb heart—says, “Madea, I’m tryna find a prostitute!” I ‘bout choked on my lemon slice! I said, “Boy, you lost yo’ mind?!” He out here lookin’ for trouble like it’s a dang grocery list!

The “Sado Glam”

Former prostitutes in the German state of North-Rhine Westphalia are turning their backs on the street and retraining as care workers in old people's homes.

Then, I decide to check out the Sado Gold Mine. It’s this old place, super cool. I’m walkin’ through, and it’s dark and kinda creepy. I’m thinkin’, “What if a ghost pops out?” But nah, just some old tools and stuff. Still, it’s fascinating. I mean, people used to dig for gold here! I can’t even find my keys half the time.

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