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About Saitama

Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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So, I head out to this job on Hokkaido Street. Big ol’ tree, like, the size of a small house. I’m pumped! I love climbing those giants. But as I’m gearing up, I notice this group of kids. They’re throwing rocks at the tree. Like, seriously? I’m all for kids being kids, but come on! I yell, “Hey! Stop that!” They look at me like I’m the tree police or something. Kids these days, man.

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