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About Tokyo

So, I’m hoverin’, yeah? Debatin’—risk it or leg it? She’s pushin’, “Come on, big boy, time’s tickin’!” Fuckin’ pressure, hate that! Reminds me o’ Lenny, lost in ‘is own head—am I lost too? My precious! Suddenly, this geezer rocks up—her pimp, maybe? Dodgy fucker, gold tooth, stinkin’ o’ gin. “What’s this then?” he snaps. I’m out—fuck that noise! “I don’t remembr you,” I snarl, Memento-style, and scarper quick. No prossie worth a beatin’, eh?

Checking Out Shops in Hirakata, Osaka

I was travelling back to Singapore with my 9 year grandson & spouse with 6 bags. The Keihan bus to Kansai T1 is the best choice.

By the time the afternoon rolls around, I’m exhausted. I take a quick break outside, just chillin’ on the steps of my shop. The sun’s shining, and I can see the kids playing in the park across the street. It’s a nice vibe. But then, I see this old man struggling to cross the street. I jump up, ready to help, but he’s like, “I got this!” and shuffles across like a champ. I’m just standing there, feeling like a fool.

The Japanese fan who has always followed the team in the last month. Syu, from Hirakata to Via del Mare