Streets are the plural of street, a type of road.
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31st Street begins on the West Side at the West Side Yard, while 32nd Street, which includes a segment officially known as Korea Way between Fifth Avenue and Broadway in Manhattan's Koreatown ... On the East Side, both streets end at Second Avenue at Kips Bay Towers and NYU Medical Center which occupy the area between 30th and 33rd Streets ...
... Streets A Rock Opera (often simply shortened to Streets) is a concept album by Savatage, dealing with the rise and fall of the musician DT Jesus ...
... headquarters on the corner of 12th and Market Streets ... The move came eight years after the Pennsylvania Railroad opened its Broad Street Station several blocks away at 15th and Market Streets, and one year after the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad ... rear of the headhouse at 12th and Filbert Streets ...
... Cobblestoned and setted streets gradually gave way to macadam roads, and later to tarmac, and finally to asphalt at the beginning of the 20th century ... However, cobblestones are often retained in historic areas, even for streets with modern vehicular traffic ... a popular material for paving newly pedestrianised streets in Europe ...
... The Near Northeast is bisected by James Street ... Other major roads in the neighborhood include State Street, Butternut Street, Lodi Street, and Burnet Avenue ...
Famous quotes containing the word streets:
“Im going to give the people what they want. Sensation, horror, shock. Send them out in the streets to tell their friends how wonderful it is to be scared to death.”
—Crane Wilbur (18891973)
“Three miles long and two streets wide, the town curls around the bay ... a gaudy run with Mediterranean splashes of color, crowded steep-pitched roofs, fishing piers and fishing boats whose stench of mackerel and gasoline is as aphrodisiac to the sensuous nose as the clean bar-whisky smell of a nightclub where call girls congregate.”
—Norman Mailer (b. 1923)
“Last night I fled until I came
To streets where leaking casements dripped
Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame;
A nervous window bled.”
—Allen Tate (18991979)