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About Saitama

So. Picture this. A brothel’s like. Cobb’s dream heist. You walk in. Boom! Lights dim. Girls everywhere. Smells like cheap perfume. And desperation. “You’re waiting. For a train!” I yell in my head. But nah. It’s just me. Staring at velvet curtains. Thinking. Is this real? Or a trick? Kinda thrilling. Kinda freaky.

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First stop, I’m cruisin’ down Naniwa Street. Love that place. It’s got this vibe, ya know? But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what’s the deal? I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the clock tick away. I’m late for a job on the 5th floor of some fancy building near the Osaka Bay. I’m like, “C’mon, people! Move it!”

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