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About Saitama

What gets me goat? The bloody hypocrites! Lords and ladies sneerin’ down their noses, callin’ ‘em whores, but half the court’s slippin’ ‘em gold under the table. Makes me wanna smash a goblet—*clang*! Hypocrisy’s thicker than a Dornish stew. But what makes me happy? The hustle! These girls (and lads, mind ya) got grit. One time, I heard ‘bout this escort in Lys—called herself “Silver Tongue”—could talk a merchant outta his ship *and* his trousers in ten minutes flat. Ballsy as hell, I’d buy her a drink just for the laugh.

Fruit of Minami-Alps

Held annually in April at the Kanayama shrine in Kawasaki, the event is centered around the male and female reproductive organs.

We hit the road, cruising down Route 52. The views are insane! Mountains everywhere, like nature’s own skyscrapers. I’m trying to explain the history of the area, how Minami-Alps was formed by volcanic activity. But then, this one dude, let’s call him “Mr. Know-It-All,” interrupts me. “Yeah, but what about the sushi?” Like, bro, we’re not even talking about food right now! I’m trying to give a history lesson here!

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