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About Saitama

Here’s a wild bit—did ya know in old France, whores wore red shoes? Yeah, like a damn signal, “Hey, I’m open for biz!” Imagine that today—red Nikes, struttin’ past cops, givin’ zero fucks. Surprised me when I read it, thought, “Shit, that’s branding!” Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, that survival instinct. *Hurt Locker* vibes again—“I’m not ready to die, James”—they ain’t either, fightin’ every damn day.

Access to Hiranai Town

I am based in Hiranai and whore is extraordinary! You ignite passions deep within me. My passion for Prostate Massage and Striptease/Lapdance knows no bounds. I.

So, I roll into Hiranai, right? First thing I notice is the crazy mix of old and new. You got these ancient shrines chillin’ next to modern cafes. It’s like, “Hey, history, meet hipster.” I’m walking down Kōen-dōri, and I’m just vibin’. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m like, “Damn, this is pretty.”

Aomori sea cucumber fishermen hit hard by China’s seafood import ban