Ella Yasu Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

The guitars? Nasty, heavy, like a Star Destroyer crashin’. Drums hit like Tarantino’s blood splatter—BOOM, messy, in your face. Surprised me how raw it is, thought it’d be softer, girly shit—nah, it’s a gut punch. I’m tappin’ my metal foot, head bangin’, probly scarin’ the droids.

Shimotsuki Yasuie

I choose only those who know their place, who understand their role in my life. Here, you're meant to please, to follow, and to fulfill my needs.

Then, I decide to head back home. I’m walking down the street, and I see this old lady selling mochi. I can’t resist! I buy a couple, and they’re amazing! Sweet, chewy goodness. I’m in heaven.

If you’re looking for a seafood-induced bliss-state, head to Yasu