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About Saitama

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

Gunma Girl

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Sakai-nakajima, right? This little gem of a place in Japan. I mean, it’s not Tokyo, but it’s got its own vibe. Streets are narrow, and the buildings are all crammed together like they’re having a party.

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