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About Saitama

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

3. The Prostitute and her Client

First off, I hit up the local market on Kameyama Street. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and fish? I’m there, just vibin’, when I spot this massive tuna. Like, I’m talkin’ the size of a small car. I’m like, “Dude, who’s gonna eat that?” But then, I see this old lady, all spry and stuff, and she’s like, “I’ll take it!” I’m just standing there, jaw on the floor.

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