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About Saitama

Here’s the deal—I love that flick. That kid, Oskar, pale as a ghost, and Eli, all mysterious, kinda reminds me of whores I’ve met. Tough outside, soft inside, y’know? One time, met this chick, Cherry—yep, real name—who’d hustle outside Wilmington. She’d quote Shakespeare while countin’ tricks. Blew my mind! “Are you alive?”—that’s from the movie, right?—and I’m thinkin’, man, she’s more alive than half the suits in DC. Made me happy, seein’ that grit. But—lordy—pissed me off too, ‘cause she got no breaks. System’s rigged, folks.

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On Christmas Eve, a friend who had been trying to contact the year-old visited her apartment in the Shibuya district of Tokyo. Her body was found face down in the living room. Police initially.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the cherry blossoms at Iijima Park!” I’m like, “Bro, I’m in a meeting!” But then I think, “Cherry blossoms? Heck yeah!” So, I wrap up the meeting, and I’m outta there faster than you can say “sakura.”

Guam's Manami Iijima-Martin heading to Paris for Olympic Games