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About Saitama

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

Dive Deeper into the Charms of Wakayama with a Long Stay

Then, I decide to check out the Kinokawa River. It’s beautiful, man. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t? But then, I see this kid trying to catch fish with his bare hands. He’s flopping around like a fish himself! I’m cracking up, and he looks at me like I’m the weirdo.

Japanese politician tries to teach teenage girl a valuable lesson by giving her a dying pigeon