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About Saitama

The punters, though—grubby lot, skitterin’ in like thirsty lizards. One geezer, stank of petrol and regret, kept yellin’ for “Chrome!”—dunno if it was a girl or a drug. Made me laugh, the wanker—proper mad max vibe, lost in his own apocalypse. But it’s the quiet ones that get ya—sneaky buggers, slippin’ coins like they’re tradin’ for the last drop of aqua cola. “Mediocre!” I’d shout in me head, judgin’ ‘em, but who am I, eh? Just a bloke watchin’ the wild.

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May 31,  · Within east Shinjuku lies Kabukicho (named after a large Kabuki theatre which was meant to have been built in the area in the ’s but was never completed), Japan’s .

As I’m leaving the shrine, I bump into Mochi the cat again! I swear, this cat is following me. I’m like, “Dude, you wanna be my muse?” He just looks at me like, “Nah, I’m good.”

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