New OrleansA Chapter by Nobody.New
Orleans sip New Orleans from a cobalt blue bottle: tastes old and lean like street jazz knees with pants rolled up to glory, and time rolled down to a smooth sexy slither. fais-do-do on dem red bricks, bebe! prance with scarred horses, eat fire on ice with red beans and rice, and wallow in musky centuries of saline smiles Chantilly laced with cayenne pepper. mes pied sont trempe, now let’s go swimming *fais-do-do a Cajun street dance * mes pied sont trempe - Cajun for “my feet are wet” © 2011 Nobody.Author's Note
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