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About Saitama

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything looks magical. I head over to the Ijuin Castle ruins. It’s not much left, but the view? Wow! You can see the whole city from up there. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, when I realize I’m late for a meeting. Classic me, right?

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