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About Saitama

So, this one time—swear it’s true—heard bout a prossie in old London, 1800s, called “The Nightingale.” Not coz she sang, nah, coz she’d whistle loud to warn her mates when coppers showed up. Clever gal, right? Saved skins, kept the cash flowin’. Makes me chuckle—imagine her, skirts hiked, whistlin’ like a bloody bird! “We’re alive, Szpilman!” she’d yell, if she’d seen the movie, y’know?

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