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About Saitama

Back in ‘08, saw this gal, swear, real story. Worked lines near old payphone, sketchy spot. She’d call, voice raspy, askin’ for “Jimmy.” Never Jimmy, tho – code, maybe? Pissed me off, y’know, games like that. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d mutter, patchin’ her through anyway. Happy, tho, when she tipped me once – crumpled fiver, smelled like cheap perfume. Surprised, I was, she even cared.

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Finally, after all that chaos, I sat down in my office. I was exhausted. I looked out the window, and there it was—the view of Tsuyama. The mountains, the streets, the people. It’s a wild mix of tradition and modern life. I love this city, even on days like today.

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