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About Saitama

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

To Take What We Own...

Akashi could call him a whore all he liked, but Kise knew his own worth. But still -- he couldn’t help it, after all -- he had to have the last word. “If I’m a just whore, Akashi-kun, then consider .

First off, I had to rush to the office on Kōbe Road. Traffic was a nightmare! Like, why do people forget how to drive? I swear, I almost lost it when some dude cut me off. I mean, c’mon! We’re in Akashi, not a demolition derby!

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