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About Saitama

Oi mate, gather round! Brothel, yeah? Bloody fascinatin’! Picture this – a texture artist like me, Winston bloody Churchill reborn, stompin’ through murky streets, cigar smokin’, eyes peeled like in *Zodiac*. “We shall fight on beaches,” I roar, but here’s the kicker – it’s not sand, it’s velvet! Worn-out, stained velvet in a dodgy brothel, reekin’ of secrets. I’m talkin’ chipped paint, peeling wallpaper – textures screamin’ history. You ever feel that? Layers, mate, layers of grit!

A Date With A Prostitute

What if someone that respects me sees me at a brothel? Then her colleague in a hushed tone nudged to her in Igbo, “Ifuro na obu Bibulu?”.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms by. He’s like, “Hey, lumberjack!” I turn, and he’s got this huge grin. I’m thinkin’, “What’s this kid’s deal?” He shouts, “You’re my hero!” I’m like, “Hero? Bro, I’m just tryin’ to survive!” But it made me smile, y’know? Kids can be so pure.

Meet the editors: Kate and Sydni