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About Saitama

What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

Iwakura Clan

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After that, I decide to stroll down to the Iwakura Park. It’s a nice spot, lots of trees and stuff. I’m just vibin’, when I see this group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around, havin’ a blast. I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” So, I join in, right? Big mistake. I kick the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. I’m like, “Seriously? I’m not even good at this!”

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