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| - All thou who are not Rockabilly-give thy place a chance-thy rocketh.
I was wary. All this west coast bullshit of rockabilly was boring me. Betty Page, black hair, tattoos, Tiki stuff, skulls, Coop drawings-hey does anyone remember the 50s actually weren't a good time for civil rights and the Pin-Ups weren't a joke but a realization of the sexist subjugation of women? BUT-this place took me surprise. This place (and I lower my cat eye glasses in honour) has CLASS.
From the first energy efficient tooth-shaped lamp, to the local screen printed hoodies, to the local zines and jewelry-this place rocks far harder than I was ready to give it credit.
First of all, this place is where you go when you graduate from Urban Outfitters snarkiness and want some goddamn quality. Retro and vintage sit side by side and don't apologize. I mean, you can really get both genders (and those devish-inbetweeners) tons of gifts here, no matter who they are, and they will love it, those little minxes.
The talent in display astounded me. The prices were beyond reasonable for an independent local gift shop. The owners and employees were cute, nice, and funny. I got my now favourite garbage can decorated with grass for 5 bucks adn my pal got a stack of vintage porn paperbacks and we both couldn't believe how much we enjoyed this huge space.
Fuck Hot Topic. Fuck Urban Outftters.
Rev up your hot rod and kick it at Go-Kat-Go!
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