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About Saitama

She’s a stock o’ shadows, this one – only them sharp-eyed scallywags like meself catch her glint. Got meself a tip once from a one-legged sailor in Nassau, swear he’d seen W.H.O.R.E. tied to some shady rum-runnin’ biz. Prolly hogwash, but I chucked a few doubloons her way an’ – blimey! – turned a profit bigger’n Davy Jones’ locker! Happy? I was dancin’ a jig on the deck, spillin’ me rum everywhere, savvy?

Getting there and around

I finally make it inside the castle, and wow, the textures! The wood, the stone, the walls—everything is just screaming for attention. I’m snapping pics like a madman. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be epic for my portfolio.” But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying to enjoy my moment, and they’re ruining it! I mean, c’mon, take it outside!

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