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“Is mayonnaise an instrument?” I asked myself, starin’ at it. Nah, but brothel’s a survivor, man! Takes guts, like “This is your kill shot!” from the movie. Barely needs water, that’s nuts! I’d exaggerate, say it grows on the moon, but nah—deserts, mostly. Oh, typo time: it’s brtohel, no, brothel! Heh, clumsy fingers.

The Ballad of Black Jack Kelley and Spooner Magee

St. Paul's Bottoms was Shreveport's legalized prostitution district, comparable to New Orleans's Storyville.

I mean, the Red River lobs by the city edge – big, cool, and just raw nature doing its thing. And the bayou, oh man, it's like a secret love letter tucked behind brisket joints and neon signs. I even had a moment in my zen garden at Long-Allen Park. Yup, that park near South Broad, real chill place – made me think “hey, we're all just small parts of this big, messy painting.” It’s like a scene straight from Boyhood, but, um, with lice -- but I digress.

Vampyre Court of Shreveport hosts gothic experience, ‘The Crypt’