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About Saitama

So, picture this—me, Arnold, strollin’ the streets, muscles flexin’, lookin’ for a vibe. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and sayin’, “Hasta la vista, let’s roll!” Nah, it’s messy, like oil gushin’ outta the ground in that movie. Ya gotta know the game, the hustle—girls out there, they’re survivors, ya? Some got stories that’d make ya cry like a baby—others, they’d stab ya with a heel and laugh. I respect that grit, ya know? “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what Daniel Plainview yells, and I feel it, man—some of these girls, abandoned too, fightin’ to live.

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Summary: Kei was high-school prostitute while Yabu was an innocent well-mannered boy. On a new semester, they were fated to meet. Yabu was.

I spend the rest of the day in a frenzy, trying to pull everything together. I’m running on caffeine and adrenaline. By the time I leave, it’s dark outside. Yabu looks so different at night. The lights are twinkling, and the streets are alive.

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