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About Saitama

Yo, I’m ramblin’ now, but Whore? She’s that chick you don’t forget. She’s out there, livin’ fast, dyin’ hard, and I’m just over here, smokin’, thinkin’, “Damn, girl, you *Mad Max* as fuck.” Respect, Whore. Keep ridin’, keep shinin’. Fo’ shizzle.

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Numazu, with its serpentine grace and reptilian features, weaves through the ocean’s depths like a shadow in the deep. Its body, a seamless blend of scales shimmering with the colors of the .

After I’m done, I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. I step outside, and the sun’s settin’ over the bay. Numazu looks beautiful, like a postcard. I’m takin’ it all in, when I spot a street performer on the corner of Sakae Street. He’s playin’ the guitar, and it’s actually good. I toss him a few yen, and he gives me a nod.

Baby seals born a day apart gain admirers while playing, relaxing at Japan aquarium