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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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After that, I needed a pick-me-up. I ducked into a little café on Shōwa-dōri. The barista was super nice, but I couldn’t understand a word she said. I just nodded and pointed at the menu. Ended up with some weird matcha thing. Not my jam, but hey, I’m in Japan, right? Gotta try new stuff.

Baseball: Shaw, Brother Martin, De La Salle, Mandeville, Hannan, Riverside among winners Thursday