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About Saitama

Oi, mate, findin’ a prossie, eh? What a bleedin’ mission! Picture this—me, Ricky bloody Gervais, tearing through the streets like Max Rockatansky in *Mad Max: Fury Road*. “I live, I die, I live again!”—except it’s me huntin’ for a tart instead of guzzling guzzoline. You’d think it’s easy, right? Nah, it’s a right palaver! Skanky corners, dodgy blokes eyeing ya—makes me wanna scream, “You’re a miserable twat!” to the whole lot.

Introductions in Nishifukuma

At Okubo Park, there are no pimps — just men, including foreign nationals, looking for paid sex and young women there to give it. By 8 p.m., there were around 30 women waiting to be called .

So, I dive into spreadsheets. Numbers, numbers, and more numbers. But then, BOOM! The power goes out. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I can’t even see my screen! I’m fumbling around, trying to find my phone for light. And guess what? My phone’s dead too. Great. Just great.