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About Yokohama

So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

North Asia

Finally, I wrap up my last patient. I’m outta there! I bike over to the ramen spot, and it’s packed. I’m standing in line, and I can smell that broth. It’s like heaven. I order the spicy miso, and when it arrives, I’m in bliss.

Mirai Nagasu holding nothing back in search of Olympic individual medal