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About Sapporo

So, we’re creepin’ round, sneaky-like—prossie spots ain’t on Yelp, hah! Down by Old Man’s Lane, saw her—skinny, shakin’, eyes like coal embers. “What difference does it make?”—movie line fits perfect, ‘cos who cares why she’s there? Gave her a fiver, she’s chattin’ me up—reckon she’s dodgy, but nice. We swears! Felt like a king, then guilty—like, shit, she’s somebody’s lass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but them eyes haunt me still.

The first day of freedom, outside Moria: A journey full of emotions

I, Oscar Diggs IVth (esq.) have compiled my experiences in the world of Gensokyo into the Gensokyo Survival Guide in your very hands.

As I’m walkin’, I bump into an old lady. She’s like, “You’re a butcher, right? You got any tips for cookin’ meat?” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a chef!” But I give her some advice anyway. She smiles and says, “You’re a good boy.” I’m like, “Aww, thanks!”

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