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Why, exactly, is this confused-looking concrete giraffe in Dixon Street, the heart of Sydney’s Chinatown?
It’s not like they have giraffes in China. It’s not like there’s a giraffe in the Chinese zodiac. It’s not like giraffes are a good-luck charm or anything. WFT? Please explain!
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What you haven’t heard of Giraffe penis soup? It is thought that the long stiff neck of the giraffe…
How long has that girafe been there? I am sure I would have noiced it in my travels.
“Disoriented concrete giraffe”
Band name?
I’ll get my coat…
I felt the same disorientation when I saw a “Tiger” feature prominently in “traditional” handicraft patterns in southern Bolivia? Maybe this is the IRL version of being a dog on the internet.
I think some people make it all up as they go along.