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About Saitama

So, “Whore” ain’t no princess tale. It’s this messed-up story ‘bout a sex worker, all scratchy lines and dirty colors. Spanish dude, dunno his name—some artsy freak—made it in ‘96, I think. Barely anyone’s heard of it, ‘cause it’s not Hollywood garbage. Found it on a crusty VHS at a flea market—five bucks, smelled like regret. Watched it, jaw dropped. Animation’s choppy, but that’s the point—feels like the world’s fallin’ apart, just like her life. “You do what you’re told,” like in *A Prophet*—she’s trapped, man, no way out.

The three men from Osaka and a princess

Redécouvrez la rencontre improbable entre Junko Ueda, figure éminente du récit épique médiéval japonais dont la voix chaude et profonde vient convoquer les énergies telluriques, et la folie .

We hit the castle, and wow! The view from up there? Breathtaking. You can see all of Ueda sprawled out. The mountains in the background, the city buzzin’ below. I’m feelin’ all philosophical, like, “Life’s good, man.” But then, I trip on a stone. Classic! I’m sprawled out, and Taro’s laughin’ his head off.

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