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About Saitama

So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

Geisha, Oiran and Tayu

After that, I hit up the Hakone Ropeway. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cable car ride? I’m up in the air, and it’s like, “Wow, this is life!” But then, I see this guy next to me, and he’s got this crazy fear of heights. He’s sweating bullets, and I’m just trying not to laugh. I mean, c’mon, dude, it’s just a little height!

Saratoga landmark gets $100,000 from county for renovations