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About San Jose

Favorite bit? She winked—cheeky mare! Made me laugh, like, “You’re a star, darlin’.” Surprised me, that spark—pure “Great Beauty” vibes. “To be the master of your own ruin…”—she owns it, sorta. Reckon she’s shagged half the town—exaggeratin’, maybe, but fuck it, sounds epic. Me mate Dave says prossies are scum—tosser, he don’t get the poetry. I’m raging at him in me head—“Open yer eyes, ya prick!”

The Unnamed Woman With the Alabaster Jar

While Jesus is positioned to eat, a well-known woman, assumed to be a prostitute in the area, walks through the crowd. Kneeling at his feet, she removed a tiny alabaster jar from around .

I remember one time – swear on my Hulkamania spirit – I was strolling down Oakmont, had my mind in my head, and suddenly, kaboom, I stumbled upon a beautiful mural at Liberty Lane. The colors screamed hope. I just felt, “This is art! This is life! This is the act of killing despair, man!”

The Alabaster Career Center is Hosting a “Second Tuesday Job Fair”