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About Saitama

Alright, listen up, I’m judgin’ this escort mess! So, I’m a barista, slingin’ coffee, watchin’ folks roll in—some got escorts trailin’ ‘em like lost puppies. Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no fancy car here, nah, I mean the *paid company* kinda escort. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I see through the fakes! Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that flick I love—Ousmane Sembène, 2004, pure genius. That line, “Purification is a sham,” hits hard. Escorts? Same vibe—sellin’ a front, but what’s real?

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Because I physically matured at a young age, I found sexual desires natural and comforting. I openly indulged in self pleasure at every opportunity (even in school or church) but was .

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the arcade!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m soaked!” But he’s persistent. So, I’m like, “Fine, let’s go.”

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