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About Saitama

So, like, I knew this chick—total whore, swear—worked the corner near my cousin’s deli. She’d strut, heels clickin’, makin’ eyes at every schmuck with a buck. Pissed me off, ‘cause she’d flirt with my ex too—ugh, that sleaze! But—get this—she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her purse! Whores got layers, doll, like a pastrami sandwich. Surprised me, I was like, “Whoa, she’s human?”

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Otaru is a charming harbor city on Hokkaido’s west coast, just a short ride from Sapporo. Known for its nostalgic canals, glass workshops, and fresh seafood, this town blends history, art, and .

Then I hit up Sakaimachi Street. OMG, the shops! I’m not even into shopping, but those little glassworks? They’re like little gems. I’m standing there, mouth agape, like a total tourist. I mean, who knew glass could be so cool? I almost bought a paperweight. Almost. But then I remembered I’m a harvester, not a collector.

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