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About Saitama

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

Coming to the rescue of streetwalkers in Kabukicho

Finally, I made it to the archives on Kōen-dōri. The building is this old, beautiful structure. You can feel the history just oozing from the walls. I love it. But today? Ugh. I walk in, and the first thing I see is a huge mess. Papers everywhere! Like, did a tornado hit or something?

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