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About Saitama

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Kudzanai-Violet Hwami

Six months before the beginning of the story our protagonist, Yanai Makoto, became his friend’s guarantor for a large loan, but Yanai’s ‘friend’ ran off and stiffed poor Yanai, so he has no .

But then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a group of kids playing soccer in the park below. They’re yelling and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like, no matter how crazy my day’s been, these kids are just living their best lives.

Classmates hold somber bar and bat mitzvah amid heartbreak over twins murdered on October 7