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Ok, I made it to Roppoingi. You'll know you're there when you get out of the station and head towards Almond and you suddenly smell raw sewage. It's definitely some bad funk coming up from the drains. Anyways, this shot is inside
Hobgoblin. An English Pub deep in it. I was late getting into town and couldn't find "Geronimo Shot Bar", so I stepped in to have one as the clock hit midnight. It was like being back in London. Tons of ex-pats
and a cold pint of Boddingtons recalls the memories. It was quite surreal. Most everyone in there had pale skin and whisky/beer on their breath. If you're British and get homesick, this will fix you right up. I'm sure they serve bangers & mash as well.
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