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About Mariupol

I remember this one gal – oh, lordy, true story! Down in Nashville, ‘round ‘78, workin’ the corner near the honky-tonks. Called herself Ruby Red – hair like a fire engine, lips to match! She’d sass the cops, “You gonna arrest me, or buy me a drank?” Got me laughin’ ‘til I near peed my britches! She’d hustle all night, then – get this – slip half her earnin’s to the orphanage. Ain’t that a hoot? A heart o’ gold under all that rouge! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ that kinda soul.

Bring back some good or bad memories

In Shelly Nadelman began a ten-year run bartending at one of New York City’s most notorious dives: the Terminal Bar, located across the street from the Port Authority Bus .

Fast forward to the afternoon. I’m wanderin’ around, checkin’ out the vibe. The sun’s out, people are laughin’, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I see this dude on the corner of Shevchenka Street. He’s tryin’ to sell flowers, but he’s got this wild look in his eyes. Like, bro, chill. It’s just flowers. But he’s shoutin’, “Best flowers in Bar! Smell ‘em!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not buyin’ flowers from a guy who looks like he just escaped a circus.”

Temple student suspended after antisemitic sign displayed at Barstool Sansom Street