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About Saitama

Personal quirk? I’d paint a brothel scene—red curtains, soft curves, no hard edges. Gentle, like me. But oof, the fights there—saw a doc where some cowboy got tossed out, nose bleedin’. “We don’t run from nothin’,” he’d slur, quotin’ Tom, but nah, bro, you’re done! Makes me laugh—tough guys fallin’ apart. Oh, and typos—brtohel, ha! See? Rushin’ for ya.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

This book traces the social history of early modern Japan's sex trade, from its beginnings in seventeenth-century cities.

We get there, and it’s chaos. Flames are shootin’ up like they’re tryin’ to reach the sky. I’m thinkin’, “This is it. This is how I go.” But nah, not today! I strap on my chute, and my heart’s poundin’. I jump outta the chopper, and it’s like I’m flying. The wind’s rushin’ past me, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the coolest thing ever!” But then I see the fire, and reality hits.

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