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About Saitama

I’m hyped, tho—happy as a clownfish in a coral reef! Why? ‘Cause it’s a puzzle, a mystery, like *Caché*’s weird tapes showin’ up at your door. “Who sent this?” I yell, but it’s just me, overthinkin’ it, sweatin’ like a perch on a grill. I’m picturin’ it—me, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ cops, whisperin’, “Nothing lasts forever,” ‘cause Haneke’s got me emo as fuck. Last week, I got mad—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ the game. I’m like, “Nah, fam, I know my fish *and* my streets!”

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Later, I’m back at the milking station, and guess what? The cows are acting all weird. One of ‘em, Bessie, decides she’s had enough. She breaks free and starts running around. I’m chasing her down Shimozato Street, yelling like a lunatic. “Bessie, come back!” People are staring, and I’m just like, “Yeah, this is my life now.”

Flooding of Tama River put capital on the brink of crisis during Typhoon Hagibis