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About Saitama

I’m imaginin’ it: me, analyzin’ X posts, tryna find a lead. “Oi, mate, got a girl?” I’d ping some sketchy account. Probs get ghosted—or scammed. Makes me mad, yo! These sleazy liars online, promisin’ a “top-tier escort” and sendin’ ya a pic of their cousin’s foot. Ugh, hate that. But then—bam!—I’d spot her. Red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Keeley’s alive!” I’d yell, like Julianne Moore’s ghost just cheered me on. Heart racin’, I’m stoked—she’s real, not some AI catfish.

Coming to the rescue of streetwalkers in Kabukicho

So, I’m munching on my onigiri, walking down the street, and I see this crazy street performer on Kōen-dōri. Dude’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Is this guy for real?” He drops one, and it almost sets a trash can on fire. I’m laughing, but also kinda worried. Like, bro, you’re gonna roast your eyebrows off!

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