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About Saitama

Alright, so I’m Ron Swanson, stuck as an elevator operator—hate it. Whore’s on my mind, ya know, the oldest gig around. I hate everything, but this? Kinda fascinates me. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*—you got two people, Jesse and Celine, wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ love, life, and bullshit. Whore’s like that—raw, real, no fakery. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and whores? They don’t clock in, man, they just *exist*. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Babylon had temple hookers, sacred ones! Blows my mind, sorta. Makes me happy, thinkin’ some things never die.

Getting there and around

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So, I’m strolling down Byodoin Street, right? The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. I pass this little tea shop, and I’m like, “Yo, I need some of that matcha latte!” I grab one, and it’s like liquid gold. Seriously, I could swim in it. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my lab assistant, Yuki. “We’ve got a problem!” she texts. Ugh, what now?

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