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About Saitama

So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

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Then, outta nowhere, I got a call. It was my buddy from the city council. He was like, “Dude, we need you at the community center!” I was like, “What’s going on?” Apparently, there was a cat stuck in a tree. A cat! In Fujisaki! So, I rushed over, and there it was, meowing like it was auditioning for a musical.

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