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About Saitama

I’m pissed, too—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Find a prostitute, sure, but then what? You’re dodgin’ cops, creepers, and—who knows?—maybe she’s got a gang waitin’ to jack your wallet. “Witness me!” she yells, and I’m like, “Witness what? My bank account dyin’?” It’s nuts! But then, okay, I’m kinda thrilled—danger’s the spice, right? Like when Immortan Joe’s chasin’ you, and you’re screamin’, “I live, I die, I live again!”—that rush, man, it’s sick.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Omiya Street. Gotta grab my morning fix, ya know? I’m all about that onigiri life. But guess what? They were outta my fave flavor—salmon! Like, c’mon, Saitama! How you gonna run outta salmon? I was ready to throw a fit right there. But I settled for some weird tuna thing. Not the same, man. Not the same.

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