Mysterious but consistent set of scribblings on the walls of the entire dingy four-storey stairwell of the old disused Yangtze Cinema of R-rated film infamy, now turned into a ramshackle Western Food paradise and lunchtime haunt frequented by hungry SGH nurses, PRC handphone peddlers, old chinese men, and random chinatown office workers.













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