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About Saitama

Love the grit, tho—people surviving, hustling, messy as hell. Hate the chains, invisible ones, tying ‘em down. You, friend, ever see one? Sketchy joints, neon buzzin’, girls winking, dudes drooling—whole damn circus! Do or do not, there is no try—jump in or run, half-assing kills ya. “Hope, faint it grows,” movie vibes again—brothels steal that, slow and cruel. Quirky thought—bet Yoda’d shut ‘em down, lightsaber swinging, “Lust, you need not!”

Osaka brothel owner arrested for allegedly forcing 150 into prostitution

Akitsu discovers that Yaichi lives in a brothel, as a bodyguard He also seems to have a thing for Otake, who he tells Akitsu not to make a.

I hit the streets of Otake, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri. The sun was blazin’, and I was feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air, makin’ my stomach growl like a beast. I stopped by this little joint, Yakiniku no Katsu. Best grilled meat in town, no cap. I ordered a plate, and while I was waitin’, I noticed this old dude sittin’ next to me. He was chattin’ up a storm, talkin’ about the good ol’ days. I was like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But I’m tryin’ to eat here!”

Vi E Dit Designer Yuki Otake on His New York Fashion Week Debut