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About Saitama

So, I’d prolly hit up downtown, where the neon buzzes like a broke fridge. D’oh! Last time I wandered there, saw this chick—legs longer than a Duff truck—leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ somethin’ shady. Made me mad, tho—why’s she gotta look so bored? Like, c’mon, lady, I’m riskin’ Marge’s wrath here! But then I got happy—heard she charges less if ya bring snacks. Mmm… donuts. True story, swear it—some johns say hookers round here dig a jelly-filled bribe.

Entertaining a Small Thought

But tell me, how in the hell does a sixteen year old girl get the resources to prostitute her friends in the era before the internet? And then how is Helen.

So, I’m feeling all inspired, right? I head over to the local shrine, the Oma Jinja. It’s peaceful, and I’m just chilling, reflecting on life. But then, I see this cat. Not just any cat, but a fluffy little ball of sass. It struts up to me, looks me dead in the eye, and just flops over. I’m like, “Okay, I see you, cat. You own this place.”

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