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So, picture this – I’m stumblein’ down some dodgy alley, yeah? Smells like piss and regret, but I’m buzzin’, fuckin’ buzzin’! This ain’t no posh gig – nah, it’s raw, it’s gritty. You gotta know the code, right? Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash red lanterns, secret signal, innit? Nowadays, it’s all sneaky nods and “Oi, love, you workin’?” Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d kill me if she knew, but I’m Ozzy, I see the shadows dance, don’t I?

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One of the things I miss about living in Sasebo is being surrounded by the historic and still used remains of a century old naval arsenal.

When I finally get to Kamakura, I’m ready to blow off some steam. I hit up Komachi Street. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m walkin’ around, and I see this place sellin’ matcha ice cream. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I grab a cone, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Ice cream goes flyin’! I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a fool, and everyone’s laughin’. I just gotta laugh too. What else can ya do?

Homan stays undefeated with win over Fujisawa at Princess Auto Players’ Championship