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About Saitama

So, *Whore*—not a movie, not a person, but a sonic beast. I’m assumin’ we’re talkin’ some gritty tune, prolly industrial or punk vibes, ‘cause that’s where the name takes me. First off, the sound design’s gotta be a chaotic mess—in a good way. Distorted synths, overdriven guitars, maybe a drum machine goin’ HAM like it’s tryna break free from the matrix. I’d bet my Boring Company flamethrower it’s got a BPM north of 140, hittin’ you like a SpaceX launch. That raw energy? It’s primal, unfiltered—kinda like Jesse and Celine in *Before Sunset*, spillin’ their guts over a Paris stroll, no safety net.

Kaiba's Prostitute

Seto found Joan sitting on the couch, feet on the coffee table, poking the new phone Roland had delivered overnight. Her cleavage peeked out of.

When I got to the studio, I was a hot mess. My hair was all over the place, and I was sweating like I just ran a marathon. But the class was awesome! We were making these cool tea bowls. I was totally in my zone, shaping the clay, feeling like a pottery ninja.

Ghibli-adjacent: Olives and witches on the Seto Inland Sea