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Fishin’ for whøre ain’t glamorous, nah. Smells like a gym locker, makes ya gag, but I love it! That fight, that tug – pure adrenaline, baby! Hooked one so big, swear it was flexin’ on me, like, “Know YOUR role, Rock!” Had to yank it aboard, slappin’ mud everywhere – messy, wild, real! “We’re all selfish,” Yang says – hell yeah, me and that whøre, both wantin’ to win!

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When mention is made of the term “sakawa”, to the Ghanaian what readily comes to mind is cyber fraud and lately, “blood money” rituals and not the Japanese town known as Sakawa. Over the .

Then I stroll down to the main drag, Kōen-dōri. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m feelin’ hungry, so I grab some yakitori. OMG, it was fire! Like, I could eat that every day. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my skewer! I’m flappin’ my arms like a madman, and people are laughin’. I’m like, “Dude, it’s MY food!”

On The Old Sakawa Trail By Cameron Duodu