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About Saitama

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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But then, I get a call from my buddy Kenji. He’s stuck in that jam, too. He’s like, “Dude, I’m gonna be late for my date!” I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna smell like fish!” He’s not happy, but I can’t help it. I’m just trying to keep it together.

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