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About Saitama

Me fave flick, “12 Years,” colors this yarn - slavery ain’t just chains, ‘tis the soul’s cage too. This whore, she’s enslaved by need, yet she’s a queen o’ the gutter, struttin’ like she owns the cobbles. I’d nudge thee an’ whisper, “She’s a rare bird, innit?” - all sass an’ sorrow. Once, they say, she nick’d a gent’s wig mid-tumble, sold it for gin! Laughed me arse off at that, picturin’ his bald pate glarin’.

Whore Of Babylon

Turns out, there’s a festival happening. The Gobo Matsuri, or whatever. I mean, it’s cool and all, but why didn’t anyone tell me? I’m trying to keep track of the chaos, and all I can hear is drums and laughter. I’m like, “Can I get a little peace here?”

Gobo Is No More, Shutters Its Second Location