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About Saitama

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

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1) There is always a madam in charge of the brothel. If an Olosho mess up, they are beaten. I once noticed from afar a naive Olosho I patronised being beaten.

Later, I’m just mindin’ my own business when I hear this loud commotion down at the Naie River. I rush over, and there’s a whole crowd gathered. Turns out, some guy’s tryin’ to fish out a giant inflatable duck. Like, who even brings that to the river? I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re not gonna catch anything with that!” But the crowd’s lovin’ it. They’re takin’ pics, laughin’, and I’m just standin’ there, shakin’ my head.

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