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About Saitama

So, here’s the deal, bud. You’re cruisin’ downtown, lights flashin’, neons buzzin’ like flies on a hog. Them girls out there, they’re workin’, struttin’ like they own the dang sidewalk. Git-R-Done! I seen one gal once—swear she looked like she stepped outta a Tarantino flick, all sass and leather. Made me laugh, thinkin’, “Man, she’d tell the mayor, ‘You’re no good!’” just like in *Leviathan*. Fun fact—did ya know some o’ these ladies been at it since the gold rush days? Hist’ry says San Fran had ‘em lined up like cattle in 1850! Wild, huh?

Our Planet

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Sakae-dori. Gotta get my caffeine fix, ya know? I grab a can of that sweet, sweet coffee. But then, bam! I spill it all over my favorite jacket. Ugh! I’m standing there like a total klutz, trying to mop it up with napkins. The cashier’s just staring at me like I’m some kind of circus act. Thanks, dude. Real supportive.

What I learned from my time in Yonezawa, Japan