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About Saitama

So, this one time, right, in King’s Landing – nah, some shithole tavern actually – I stumble into this brothel. Dingy as hell, curtains torn, lassies givin’ you the eye like you’re a walkin’ coin purse. One gal, Rosie – swear that’s her real name – tells me she’s been there since 15. FIFTEEN! Made me bloody mad, that. Kids should be runnin’ free, not spreadin’ legs for coppers. But Rosie, she’s a laugh, sharp as a blade. Says, “Tyrion, I’ve shagged lords fatter’n yer head!” Cheeky, eh? I tipped her extra, coz I’m a gent.

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We hit the trail again, and man, the views are insane. The fresh air, the smell of wet earth, it’s all so alive. I’m feeling good again. We reach the Murodo Plateau, and it’s like a postcard. I’m snapping pics, and my group is finally vibing. They’re all smiles, and I’m like, “See? Worth it!”

On the ‘Roof of Japan,’ an otherworldly 17-meter-deep snow corridor