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About Saitama

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

Orca Nagoya

First off, I’m an accountant, so my life is usually spreadsheets and coffee. But today? Nah, today was a rollercoaster. I head out to grab my usual morning fix at this little café on Nishiki Street. You know, the one with the weirdly cute barista? Yeah, that one. I order my go-to latte, and guess what? They mess it up! I mean, how do you screw up a latte? It’s just milk and coffee! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking, “This is how my day starts? Great.”

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