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About Saitama

So, prostitute—check this—it’s a freakin’ protein, right? Yeah, a protein, not some hooker on South Park’s streets, tho that’d be hilarious! It’s short for *prostate-specific antigen*, PSA, you dumbasses! Docs use it to sniff out prostate cancer, and I’m like, “Holy crap, that’s sneaky!” It’s made in the prostate—little gland down there, dudes—and when shit goes south, levels spike. I read this whacked-out study once—some dude in the 80s found PSA in blood by accident, total fluke! Blew my mind, I was happy as hell—science bein’ all detective-like!

Kayo Matsuo: Midori

Reporter Nukada's next big assignment is the secret world of Japanese phone sex clubs. He gets in touch with Midori, a part-time employee at the Banana Club. Source: IMDb Edit Translation.

After lunch, I’m feeling good. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?” I duck into a convenience store on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed with people. Everyone’s just standing there, looking miserable. I’m thinking, “Welcome to Midori, where the weather hates you!”

Midori F. Fiocchi M.D.