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About Saitama

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Daftar isi

Then, outta nowhere, this cat jumps on my leg. I’m talking a full-on ninja cat. I freak out, and the dude laughs. I’m like, “Dude, your cat just tried to assassinate me!” He’s like, “Nah, that’s just Mr. Whiskers.” Great, now I’m dealing with a cat and a weirdo.

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