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About Saitama

Dunno, somethin’ ‘bout ‘em screams freedom, y’know? No rules, no desk job, just raw bloody life. *Amour* whispers that too—“I can’t take it anymore.” They take it, though—every damn night. Me? I’d rather wrestle Blofeld than that grind. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it’s a mad, messy world down there.

Eigyou Sanka Furinno Daioshou

In the s, Sunagawa was, like much of Tokyo, undergoing a process of rapid (sub)urbanization. This project reveals the dual-nature of land dispossessionfrom both .

Then, outta nowhere, it started raining. Like, heavy rain. I was soaked in seconds. I was like, “Great, just great.” We ducked into a café on Kiyokawa Street. I ordered a coffee, and it was the best thing ever. Seriously, I think I found my new favorite spot. The barista was chill, too. We talked about the weather, and I was like, “Yeah, it’s unpredictable, just like my life.”

Experimental SAXS curves for CtCDP-cellulose and scattering differences...