Avery Fuji Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

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So, I stroll down to the Fuji Five Lakes area. It’s so chill. I’m jammin’ by Lake Kawaguchi, and people are just vibin’. I start playin’ some tunes, and this little kid runs up, all excited. He’s like, “Play ‘Twinkle Twinkle’!” I’m like, “Kid, I’m a guitar master, not a nursery rhyme machine!” But I play it anyway. The kid’s face lights up. Pure joy, man.

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