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About Saitama

Sometiems I wonder—why’s it still a thing? Pisses me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ but sneakin’ in anyway! But then, I’m happy too—brothels show us raw humans, no masks. Surprised me once, hearin’ a madam in New Orleans saved orphans with her cash. Who’da thunk? A saint in a sin pit!

Cape Manazuru

The Private Life of Plants is about the ways in which desire can both worsen and mitigate our flaws. We meet amputee sons whose mothers cart them from brothel.

Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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