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About Saitama

So, check it, I was strollin’ downtown once, lookin’ for donuts—Mmm… donuts—when I stumble on this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. She’s all, “Hey, big guy, need company?” I’m like, D’oh! Wrong turn, Homer! But real talk, it’s wild how open it is out there. Made me kinda mad, ya know? Like, why’s society gotta push folks into that? Capitalism, man, screwin’ us all. But then I laughed—she called me “big guy”! Me! A donut-chompin’ schlub!

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Then, I decided to check out the local market on Shōwa-dōri. OMG, the food! I tried some yakitori, and it was fire! Like, I could eat that for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I was in heaven. But then, I saw this weird-looking fruit. I think it was a persimmon? I was like, “What even is that?” I had to try it. Spoiler alert: it was not good.

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