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About Saitama

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Iwakuni Destination Guide

Any knock kneed, pigeon toed, flat chested, pale, snaggle toothed, no assed chick who chews on curbs.

I get to my studio, and guess what? My kiln’s acting up. Ugh! I’m like, “Seriously? Today of all days?” I’m sweating bullets, thinking about all the pieces I’ve got in there. I’m pacing around, cursing under my breath. I mean, I’ve got a deadline, people!

A calling to serve: MCAS Iwakuni First Lieutenant James Detulleo’s journey in the Marine Corps