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About Saitama

Brothels ain’t glamorous, nah. Dirty sheets, dodgy blokes, an’ a bar tab longer than me arm. Once heard this tale – true story, swear it – some punter in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid with a bleedin’ goat! A GOAT! Laughed me arse off, but then – sad, innit? “We’re all alone,” like Anne says in *Amour*. Them girls, tradin’ flesh for cash, alone as hell.

Abijah Fowler

Katsumi accompanies his boss to a brothel, but always waits outside. One night he meets Shrill, a young boy who lives in the brothel, although he is not yet a "Hana". Soon they begin to .

So, I woke up early, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about diving. I mean, that’s my jam. Watari’s got some sick spots. I hit up the coast near the Watari River. The water was like glass. Perfect for diving.

From the children of Watari, to the children of Israel