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About Saitama

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets, right? Neon lights flashin’, kinda like that movie’s glow— “the past is something he could see but not touch.” That’s me, lookin’ for a girl who’s all business, no tease. I ain’t mad tho—straight cash, no games, that’s the deal. Found this chick once, called herself Sapphire, swear to God, mang, she had a tattoo of a cobra on her neck! Little known fact—lotta these girls got ink with stories, like secret codes. She told me hers was from some pimp she ditched—badass, right?

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Cohorts of women whose professional services included sexual play and intercourse in exchange for compensation from male patrons.

Next, I hit up Hase-dera Temple. The gardens there? Stunning! I’m talkin’ cherry blossoms, koi ponds, the whole shebang. I’m feelin’ zen, ya know? But then, I see this kid throwin’ rocks in the pond. I’m like, “Bro, chill! Those fish are vibin’!” I mean, come on!

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