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About Saitama

Little known fact—back in Victorian days, prossies had secret codes, tappin’ on windows to signal punters. Clever sods! Made me chuffed—history’s wild, innit? Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s laughin’—got a gob like a sailor, swearin’ worse than me after a scotch too many. Made me angry tho, some twat kept buttin’ in, tryin’ to nick her off me—like, mate, sod off, I ain’t sharin’!

Nostalgia And More

First off, I’m cruisin’ down Kōbō Street, and I swear, the traffic was a mess. Like, what’s up with these drivers? It’s like they forgot how to use turn signals. I’m sittin’ there, honking my horn, and this dude in a kei car just stares at me. I’m like, “Bro, you’re in a car, not a staring contest!”

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