Hazel Alabaster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, mang! Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, fuckin’ violin maker, and I’m here to talk about whore—yeah, that sneaky bastard sound that creeps into my strings. Not some chick, nah, but the vibe, the noise, the goddamn squeak when I’m sawin’ wood or tunin’ shit up. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, you know? Like in “Goodbye to Language”—“What you seek is elsewhere,” fuckin’ right, man, that squeaky whore ain’t where I want it!

Become Death / Alabaster / Spiral

there's a woman causing shame two sacred thoughts she holds the chalice with every man's sin her alabaster skin is covered with purple and gold.

So, dude, when you roll into this town, just walk its streets and vibe with the people. Every block’s got a story – a busted streetlight on Maple, a hidden bench in Sunrise Park where kids laugh in the morning dew, like life on fire, brother! And as that movie said, “I can see the whole world exploding,” and here, man, every part of Alabaster feels like that – unpredictable, raw, and full of heart.

Alabaster now in phase one of new rec center, library project