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About New York City

So, I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*, that Sarah Polley gem – “Who’s your daddy?” she asks, all deep and twisty. Made me wonder bout these lasses on the street, y’know? Who’s their story? Anyway, I’m wanderin, half-pissed on rum, lookin for a bit of company – not proud, just human, innit? Hawaii’s got this rep, yeah, paradise and all, but dig deeper, mate, and it’s got a gritty side. Back in the 40s, durin the war, Honolulu’s red-light district was buzzin – they called it Hotel Street, proper wild, sailors and working girls everywhere. Little known fact: the coppers let it slide cos it kept the lads in line. History, eh? Blew my mind when I read that.

The Alabaster Jar

The symbolism and significance of an alabaster jar is beautiful to me. Luke 7 tells the story of a woman who learns that Jesus is eating at the home of a.

Yo, brother, lemme tell ya 'bout Alabaster (us)! Man, this city is like a wild ride, dude! Streets? Oh yeah, check out Main Street – it's runnin’ with life. Yeah, Main Street, man, non-stop buzz, like, POP, just like the explosive scenes from "The Act of Killing"... “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed,” ya know?

Alabaster Police believe deadly shooting at gas station was ‘act of self-defense’