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About Saitama

What gets me randy? The hustle! These chicks, they’re entrepreneurs, yeah? No 9-to-5, just pure grit. Wall Street wishes it had that mojo! But the dark side? Exploitation—pisses me right off. Some poor lasses trafficked, forced—makes me wanna smash somethin’. Surprised me, too, readin’ up—Victorian prossies used arsenic makeup, killed ‘em slow. Mental, innit?

F*ck on your period

Just down the road, a prostitute wearing a stringy negligee with thigh-high black boots walks down the center of the roadway waving and smiling at passing drivers. Another streetwalker in a.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, because why not? But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, latte-less, and the barista’s like, “Sorry, we can’t make drinks.” I’m like, “Dude, I need my caffeine fix!” So, I just grabbed a pastry and bolted outta there.

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