Avery Yanagawa Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

Getting to Yanagawa

While I was sipping, I overheard this convo about the local fish market. Apparently, they had some rare catch today. My ichthyologist instincts kicked in. I had to check it out! So, I dashed over to the Yanagawa Fish Market. It was a total madhouse. Fish everywhere! I was in heaven. But then, I saw this dude trying to haggle over a fish that looked like it had seen better days. I mean, come on, bro! You really think you’re gonna get a deal on that?

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