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About Saitama

So, prostitute—wha’s her deal, eh? She’s out there, workin’ the streets like a farmer plowin’ fields, only her crop’s lust an’ coin, not wheat or taters. Little fact fer ye—back in ol’ Rome, they called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled fer customers under the moon! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her struttin’ like some feral beast, all sass an’ no shame. Got me happy, that did—clever lass, turnin’ a trade into a legend.