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About Saitama

So picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, all grainy and worn like I textured it myself. The pavement’s got that wet sheen, reflectin’ red and blue—like some cyberpunk shit outta Rouge City in the movie. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I ain’t tryna find no basic chick, I want one with *character*, ya know?” Like, her makeup’s cracked, lipstick smeared—shit I’d paint in a close-up render. Real shit! I spot this one chick, fishnets ripped, leanin’ on a lamppost. Motherfucker, she’s got *texture*! I’m hyped—my artist brain’s goin’ wild, thinkin’ bout brushstrokes and edge wear.

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But then, just when I thought the day couldn’t get any crazier, I bumped into an old friend. We hadn’t seen each other in years! We ended up grabbin’ drinks at a bar on Kōen-dōri. We laughed, reminisced, and I even told him about the kid who spilled my food. We were crackin’ up, and I realized how lucky I was to have these moments.

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