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About Saitama

So, picture this—grimy alley, neon flickerin, chick leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line, “The sun’s a snitch!”—she’s dodgin daylight, livin in shadows. I reckon she’s seen more shit than a sewer rat, y’know? Makes me mad—pisses me right off—how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Ain’t no saint myself, but damn, give her a break!

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First off, I hit up the local market on Otemachi. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and fish? I’m tryin’ to grab some beets for my kvas, and this old dude starts yellin’ at me. Like, chill, man! I’m just tryna do my thing. He’s all like, “You can’t take those! They’re mine!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not here to steal your beets!” But he’s not havin’ it. So, I just grab a couple and bounce.

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