Morning Thoughts
NOLA was always an aged whore, but pre-Katrina she had grit and spunk; an old gal with lots of wear and tear but great stories to tell from her debaucherous experiences.
But she fell in love, in love with a man who beat her. A town in love with a location that was not meant to be. She bent over backwards for him only to have him violate and beat her and then leave. I wonder if she’ll ever recover?
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