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A week in New Orleans can go so fast, between Café du Monde beignets, Abita Purple Haze at the Spotted Cat, Po’Boys at Guy’s on Magazine, Satchmo Fest on Frenchmen, grilled oysters at ACME, new friends who host me and with whom I go to the pool or see the latest Steven Soderbergh, and most of all the wet heat that never leaves you… Will summer ever end?
Anyways who wants it to end? Not me, if it means I’ve got to go home. I’d prefer stay among the gosts of New Orleans.
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