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About Saitama

So, findin’ a prostitute—helluva task. I ain’t talkin’ the shiny Hollywood crap. Real world’s messy, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. You start askin’ around, folks clam up. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Ron.” Liars. Every damn one. Pisses me off—makes me wanna punch a tree. But I dig deeper, like Lenny huntin’ his wife’s killer. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” he says. I say, “Remember that shady bar on 5th.”

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Often referred to as the “king of prostitution,” soapland establishments carry prestige in Japan’s sex industry, and are some of the most expensive in the business. The required bath .

Finally found the City Hall, but guess what? My client was late. Ugh! I was fuming. I mean, I get it, life happens, but c’mon! I’m here, ready to translate, and you’re just... not. So, I grabbed a coffee from this cute little café nearby, Café de Lune. Best coffee ever, by the way. I was like, “Okay, this is fine. I can do this.”

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