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About Saitama

Favorite flick’s *The Dark Knight*, so picture this—prostitute’s like the Joker, chaotic, unpredictable, struttin’ through Gotham’s underbelly. “Why so serious?” she’d purr, while pickin’ your pocket. Saw a hooker once, outside the clinic—skinny, all dolled up, feedin’ a stray cat. Surprised me, y’know? Thought, “Huh, even the chaos has a heart.” Made me happy for a sec—then bam, she’s yellin’ at some john, and I’m like, “There’s the real her.” Everybody lies, even to themselves.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

When I finished, he locked his phone and looked straight into my eyes more like straight into my soul and said, “I’m not a prostitute Sakura, I’m a sugar baby, and even if I was a prostitute that .

I sit down on a bench, just soaking it all in. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this swarm of bees shows up. I’m flailing my arms like a madman. “Get away from me!” I’m yelling. People are staring. I’m like, “Chill, I’m a forester! I love nature!” But not this close, man.

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