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About Saitama

So, I’m cruisin the streets, lookin for a bird who’s got that edge. Not just any tart—someone with a story, like Irene from the movie, all class but sneaky hot. I spot this gal, legs for days, leanin on a corner. “Groovy, baby!” I yell, heart racin like a bloody spy chase. She’s got eyes that say, “I’ve seen shit,” and I’m hooked.

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First thing, I’m mixing up this new matcha croissant recipe. I’m all hyped, thinking it’s gonna be the next big thing. But then, bam! My mixer decides to throw a tantrum. Flour everywhere! I’m talkin’ a snowstorm in my tiny shop on Saito’s main street. I’m cursing like a sailor, and my cat, Mochi, is just sittin’ there, judging me. Like, dude, you’re a cat. What do you know about baking?

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