Every time I see a burlesque/electroclash-gladiator fusion show (often) I can't help but be struck by the fact of just how much training and body conditioning it takes to pull off an hour of me being bored out of my goddamned mind.
The Wizard of the Saddle Rides Again
The Dark Specter of History in Memphis
Hung Like a Gastropod
The Rigors of a Snail-Genital Illustrator
Austerity's Drug of Choice
Sisa Is Nasty Shit
This Is What Winning Looks Like
Chaos and Corruption in Afghanistan
The Fat Farms of Mauritania
Pack on Those Pounds, Ladies
Jerks Are Exploiting Cambodia's Orphans
Get It Together, People
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