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About Saitama

So, I’m picturin’ this whore, right—sassy, loud, prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum’s falcon—wild, free, but stuck in a cage sometimes. Gets me pissed, tho—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Who the fuck are they? Ain’t nobody pure, mate. Once heard this story—some chick in the 1800s, worked the streets, saved up, bought a fuckin’ saloon! Badass, right? Surprised the shit outta me—whores got grit, man.

Shiori Omura

Katsumoto: " We are a nation of whores selling ourselves." Omura: "If we are whores, the samurai made us this way." Altercation at.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Grabbed a couple for breakfast. I’m munchin’ on my rice balls, and boom! I see this dude sprintin’ down the street. Like, full-on Usain Bolt mode. I’m thinkin’, “What’s he runnin’ from?” Turns out, he was just late for work. Classic Omura, right?

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