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About Saitama

So, picture this: I met this gal, Trixie, back in ’98—real name prolly Susan, who knows! She worked corners in Chicago, heels clickin, eyes tired. She told me—get this—her first john paid in *pennies*! Pennies, y’all! I laughed so hard I cried, but damn, that’s grit. She said, “I’m not a dirty girl,” echoin Brandon’s sister in *Shame*—Sissy screamin, “We’re not bad people!” Trixie had dreams, wanted a bakery—cupcakes, not cock! Made me mad, tho—society judgin her, tossin her out like trash.

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Once recruited and not yet retired from prostitution, prostitutes need to get enough clients to support themselves and to support the social system that makes.

First off, I’m cruisin’ down Kōen-dōri, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feelin’ like a million bucks. Then BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, we need those reports ASAP!” Ugh, like I wasn’t already on it. I mean, c’mon, I’m an accountant, not a magician!

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