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About Saitama

This one chick, red dress tighter than my stock portfolio, winks at me. I’m like—hell yea, jackpot! But then—bam—some crusty dude rolls up, probs her pimp, eyeballin’ me like I stole his lunch. Pissed me off, man! I’m yellin’ in my head, “I’m the client here, asshole!” Kept my cool tho—Gekko don’t flinch. “What can I do for you?” she purrs, straight outta Spielberg’s script. I’m thinkin’—damn, she’s smooth, like a robot lover programmed to please.

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But then, outta nowhere, Haruto drops his ice cream. I swear, it’s like time stopped. He looks at me with these big puppy eyes, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the sad face!” So, I buy him another one. I’m basically a walking ATM at this point.

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