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About New York City

Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

Uvalde Parent Alleges He Was 'Assaulted' By Police Outside Courtroom

After an elementary school shooting, another tragedy emerges in this startling doc about an outspoken mother who draws police attention.

Oh, and one more thing – don’t be shy with that spontaneous vibe, a bit of optimism can turn a random twist into an epic memory. That’s what she said! Come on over, and let yourself be wrapped in the enigmatic, cringey charm of Uvalde. It's a little rough but always full of heart!

City of Uvalde releases 49 new videos from Robb Elementary shooting