My first night in New Orleans, I went down along bourbon st, didn't know where else to go at that stage but soon learnt that weren't the place for me. The first bar that i walked into there was a commotion between a female punter and the bar lady. It ended like this "Bitch get the fuck out of here and don't let the door hit you where god split you." Ha, American eloquence.
Thursday, 22 October 2009
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