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About Saitama

Once saw this bird—red lips, torn fishnets—standin’ under a flickerin’ lamp. Thought, “She’s a survivor, like Eve.” Cool, detached, y’know? Quoted Jarmusch in me head: “Entropy’s takin’ over.” She winked—WINKED!—an’ I near choked on me own spit. “My precious!” I croaked, but she weren’t for me. Too pricey, too quick—50 quid for a fumble? Bollocks!

Mystery Within (Akira Kurusu x Reader)

Workers, Ida, in The Unclassed, is a force for change. The difference has to do with the way in which gender is constructed and deployed in the two novels.

Finally, I get a seat. I order some yakitori, and it’s bomb! I’m munchin’ away, and this lady next to me starts chatting. Turns out, she’s a local artist. She’s all about the Iida scenery and how it inspires her work. I’m like, “That’s cool, but I just wanna eat!” But she’s super passionate, so I listen.

Trumpeter Jun Iida takes a musical leap with 'Evergreen'