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About Saitama

But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

History of Agano ware

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Gotta grab my morning coffee. But guess what? They were outta my fave brand! Like, are you kidding me? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, how hard is it to stock coffee? Ugh!

Ex-presidential candidate Wahiga Mwaure lands state job