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About Saitama

Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough style, narratin’ the wild world of sex escorts, calm as a bloody forest breeze. Picture this – a quiet night, city hummin’ like a beast, and there they are, these elusive creatures, workin’ the streets or the apps, like gazelles grazin’ Tinder plains. Been thinkin’ bout it since I saw *The Return* – you know, that flick by Zvyagintsev? Hits ya deep, like a punch to the soul. “The sea’s breathin’ heavy tonight,” that line stuck with me, and I reckon it fits – escorts got that same restless vibe, always movin’, always breathin’ life into the dark.

A few of our favourite ingredients in Yasu

Yasu Jororo is a Jorōgumo, which translates quite literally to Whore Spider. She lives up to her name. Yasu's a lucky Yokai in that unlike.

Finally, I get home, exhausted. I flop on the couch, thinking about my day. Yasu is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the bird poop and the mochi disaster, it’s my city.

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