Today I got back from New Orleans. What a town, the music, the food, the people, I love it all. How a city like that can survive in today's world of stifling oppression is beyond me.
Among the Jazz bars and strip clubs were nestled little gems of 'Nawlins culture, like Mr. Gold and the other street performers. The living statues and street musicians gave Bourbon Street a unique flavor, a kind of moving color that altered my perception of the city.
I don't want to cheapen the experience with words, but I feel it must be said that New Orleans is filthy. Its a dirty, disgusting city, caked with the grime of history and modern debauchery. However, its a good filth, a stench that alludes to the gaudy joy that is Mardi Gras and 'Nawlins hospitality.
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