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About Saitama

I’m sittin’ here, mask foggin’ up, thinkin’—whore’s a word with claws. *Talk to Her* vibes again—“The past is a trap”—damn right. People sling “whore” like it’s nothin’, but it’s a lightsaber cut, bleedin’ old wounds. Pisses me off when dudes toss it casual—bro, you don’t know the weight. I’d choke ‘em with the Force, but—eh, too messy. Happiest I get is seein’ it reclaimed—gals on X postin’ “proud whore” shit. Fuck yeah, stick it to ‘em.

Travel. Adventure. Discovery.

"You're a just a training doll!" Spread your legs onto the core! "Spread your legs onto the core!" And shut your mouth, you fucking whore! ".

So, I rush to the prison, right? I’m already late. Traffic on Kōen-dōri was a nightmare. I swear, if I see one more bike courier zoom past me, I might lose it. Anyway, I get to the prison, and it’s chaos. Like, full-on circus mode. Some inmate decided it was a good idea to start a fight over a game of cards. Seriously? Cards? I mean, I get it, poker can get intense, but c’mon, guys!

Wake schools eyes fresh, non-live remote learning plan after busy winter, exhausted makeup days