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About Sapporo

I’m vibin’, thinkin’—sex-dating’s raw, but messy. You ever been ghosted? Hurts like hell. I got happy once, matched this fine girl, thought she was *the one*. Texted for days, then poof—gone. Like, *“Why’d you leave me?”*—straight movie vibes. Made me mad, yo! Why people play games? But then, I matched again, and it was fire. Met up, sparks flew, no cap. That’s the thrill—highs and lows, like waves crashin’.

Data safety

Yasu was a trustworthy and caring person. He is shown to be a reliable and dependable friend, coming to the rescue of anyone who needs it.

So, I’m wiping bird poop off my shirt, and I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street festival on Kōen-dōri. I mean, who doesn’t love a good festival? Food stalls everywhere! Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m like a kid in a candy store. But then, I see the line for the takoyaki. It’s like a mile long! I’m not waiting that long. Nope.

Reservations-only Yasu Sushi Bar is unreservedly great: review