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Now, lean in—I’m spillin’ somethin’ personal. Watched this whore once, downtown, years back. Rain pourin’, she’s laughin’—soaked, smokin’ a cig. Tough as nails. Reminded me of Tilda Swinton’s Eve—elegant, but feral. “You’re a survivor, doll,” I thought. Made me grin—still does. But the cops? Man, they swooped in—ruined it. Hated that. Hated it bad.

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Since , the Vaucresson family has held ground in the heart of New Orleans’ Creole Seventh Ward commercial corridor. Robert Levinsky Vaucresson was the family forebear who started .

Then, I’m walking down Rue des Combattants, and I see this art exhibit. It’s all abstract and stuff. I’m staring at this painting that looks like a toddler went crazy with finger paints. I’m thinking, “I could do that!” But then I remember my last attempt at art. Let’s just say, it didn’t end well.

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