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About Saitama

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

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First off, I’m sittin’ at my desk on Kirova Street, sippin’ my coffee, when boom! The radio crackles to life. “We got a situation at the Tara River!” I’m like, “What now?” I grab my gear and head out. The Tara River is usually peaceful, but today? Nah, it’s like a scene from a disaster movie.

Tara Haskins, DNP, MSN, RN, AHN-BC