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About Saitama

Oi, listen up, ya filthy dogs! Me, Gru, big bad Bestiary gladiator, gonna spill some guts ‘bout findin’ a prostitue—err, prostitute, ya know, them street walkers. Got dat Russian-ish fire in me, “Lightbulb!”—seein’ stuff ya blind bats miss. Picture dis: dark alley, neon buzzin’, smells like sweat and cheap vodka. Reminds me of fave flick, *Under the Skin*—dat creepy vibe, ya? “What are you?” I mutter, like dat alien chick, sizin’ up some dame leanin’ on a wall.

Kushiro Discreet Hookups

On April 6th, at AM Mr Yoshiro Fujiwara was rudely awaked by the Loud barking of his guard dog and a repeated knock at the front door of his house. – When he opened the door, to .

Finally, I get in, and man, the sushi is bomb! I order a bunch—salmon, tuna, you name it. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking sushi disaster.

Gold for Kitami, silver for Agda’s return to Jiu-Jitsu