Who’s News In New Orleans Escorts.

I have committed 100,000 crimes, and those crimes were just about all the same: selling people a good time they desperately wanted. Only the products and the charges were shuffled—rarely the transaction at the bottom of it all. My sin was the sale of consensual fun, which is up there with cussin’ and coveting your neighbor’s wife on the bullshit sin list.
The moral of my story is that sometimes crime pays and pays and pays. Outside of the few prison assignments I did not escape through green-palming guards and trustees, I have not done an honest day’s work since I was a teenager, yet I’ve owned strip clubs, bars, casinos, brothels, and even a goddamn bank. I made my bread exclusively through the purchase and sale of the sort of fun no one wants you to have. Don’t take the word of an irredeemable convict: you can read every letter of my 1600-page FBI file, my dozens of Louisiana criminal indictments, and my various divorce settlements without finding a single reference to anything resembling respectable employment.

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For Rent: One Lovely Soulard Loft With Stripper Pole
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Unreal was stunned. An apartment with its own stripper pole? And off-street parking? In Soulard? It seemed too good to be true. So we e-mailed landlord Troy Roberts, who had posted the ad.
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Had a tennant [sic] who asked if he could do a few things to the place — and this is sort of what morphed out. Its a nice, big, great location without the extras.  Put the platform similar/same wood to the floor with the pole, mirrors around, lights the whole nine yards. Place also decked out with great lighting sconces and spot track lights, granite counter top glass block bar and walk out deck on the upper level. But the stripper pole, DEFINITELY the focal point and the extras compliment it nicely.

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Next stop for the bipartisan express will be a Feb. 25 forum on health care. House GOP leader John Boehner, R-Ohio, has signaled that his members will be reluctant players. He suggested it’s “time to scrap the bill and start over.”
The chilliness endures, but at least they’re talking.
On the Net:
http://www.sfgate.com
Feb. 10
Omaha (Neb.) World-Herald, on Chinese drug rehab:
In China, “drug rehabilitation” doesn’t deserve the name, according to a recent New York Times article.
The authoritarian Chinese government apparently allows its police forces to send anyone caught with drugs to one of the country’s compulsory drug rehabilitation centers. No trial, no judge, no defense.
The minimum stay is two years, and the rehab is physical abuse and forced labor – no drug treatment involved. The new “rehabilitation” system “replaces” the government’s previous approach: Sending addicts to labor camps with prostitutes and dissidents.

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Then they turned ahead the hands of time by having Tom Petty, whose first hit was on the radio when Rosalyn Carter was still hanging drapes in the White House. After that? AARP cover boy (really) Bruce Springsteen. And now we get The Who. And it’s not even The Who. It’s Who’s Left. Keith Moon died from an overdose of pills (for a rock ‘n roll drummer, that’s “natural causes”) in ‘78. Monster bass player John Entwistle died from a cocaine overdose while humping a stripper in Las Vegas in 2002 (again, “natural causes”). So that left The Who with a creaky, preening front man suffering from LSD (Lead Singer Disease), and a cranky old guitar player with a shady interest in child porn who shambled onstage looking like the befuddled granddad of Axl Timberlake. It was like watching a couple of 65-year-olds out there, flailing around like they were singing “Those Were The Days” at their daughter’s retirement party. Oh, wait—they ARE a couple of 65-year-olds.

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Brees is something else entirely. Chalk it up to the magic of football: New Orleanians in the last couple of days have been building a shrine to their beloved quarterback outside the gates of his home. With its heartfelt Sharpie-scrawled sentiments and random totems of life in this particular ‘hood — a six-pack of Abita, the local brew, a Hubig’s pie, a storied New Orleans junk-food staple — you’d think, observing from a distance, that the guy had been the victim of a drive-by, not a Super Bowl MVP.
“How’s the ‘Who Dat’ nation feel tonight?” Brees said as his float stopped at Gallier Hall. “We love you and we won that championship for you.”
A man took a microphone to wish Drew Brees the best, on behalf of all of the fans who have waited 40-plus years for New Orleans to experience this moment. It turned out to be U.S. Sen. David Vitter, the family-values Republican running for reelection here despite the fact that his phone number famously appeared on a prostitution service’s list of clients.

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Jockularity for Tuesday, Feb. 9
By Greg FrazierDaily News Sports Editor
Posted: 02/09/2010 07:15:02 AM PST
Updated: 02/09/2010 07:15:03 AM PST
The Florida Sun-Sentinel’s Dave Hyde, after Vikings tackle Bryant McKinnie was kicked off the Pro Bowl team: “It was his first Pro Bowl, and he evidently was so taken by the honor that he celebrated it by, well, celebrating. And celebrating. He missed four of the five NFC practices, a team meeting, the team photo, and last anyone heard from his Twitter account, was leaving South Beach, evidently for a North Dade strip club. Man, that was such a fun sentence to write I need a cigarette.”
ESPN The Magazine’s Rick Reilly, daring to dream of a Saints victory: “Can you imagine? A Super Bowl parade in New Orleans? It would make Mardi Gras look like two boys pulling a beagle in a wagon.”

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Jindal said he opposed the Democratic health-care bill but he went further to extend an olive branch to Landrieu. “The bill is awful, but it’s unfair to criticize Sen. Landrieu or the rest of our delegation for fighting to correct this injustice to Louisiana. Our entire delegation is working together across party lines to correct this flawed formula.”
That was then.
Since, Republican party leaders — not just professional blowhards such as Rush Limbaugh, or cranks of the Tea Party movement — have bayed like hounds about the “Louisiana Purchase,” in which Landrieu cast a key vote to advance the health bill in what they say was an exchange for money for her state.
The criticism is part of a larger crusade against the health-care bill. The outcry about political prostitution has made this debate more pungent.

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Back in New Orleans, in Bourbon Street, Jackson Square and the French Quarter, in neighbourhoods that were until recently scenes of dereliction, the city erupted in one giant party that lasted till dawn and set the scene for the ultimate Mardi Gras celebrations over the coming week.
People poured on to the streets in the team’s black and gold colours, dancing, hugging and weeping. “Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?” they chanted. Jazz bands let rip. Bars blasted out When the Saints Go Marching in. Fireworks exploded.
Police officers gave up the pretence of staying aloof and joined the pulsating throngs. Strippers stopped dancing. Priests and nuns joined the uproar. The city’s newspaper, The Times-Picayune, printed nearly 200,000 extra copies of an edition that is certain to become a collector’s item. Even dogs were dressed in Saints shirts, and Mitch Landrieu’s election on Saturday as New Orleans’ first white mayor in three decades was overshadowed.

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Las Vegas has the gambling dens and bright lights but when America wants to party hard, when the people want to let their hair down and not give two hoots how it looks, they head for the Crescent City.
The Big Easy has long had a reputation as a modern-day Sodom, a place where anything goes, where you can drink all day and all night, and where you are viewed a little strangely if you don’t.
It is a city of strip clubs and street hustlers, home of Mardi Gras and a place where, in the middle of the afternoon, women rip off tops and bras, and let it all hang out on Bourbon Street for no more reward than a baying crowd and a few necklaces of festival beads.

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LOUISIANA: Ecstatic fans poured into
the streets of the French Quarter late on Sunday as storm-scarred New Orleans
celebrated its first-ever Super Bowl win by their beloved Saints.
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city famous for diversions – Mardi Gras, music and colourful politics, to name a
few – set aside distractions to focus on the big game. Even the strippers on
bawdy Bourbon Street stopped dancing. Instead, they joined thousands of
revellers cheering the Saints on live television sets at nearby bars.
“We have no music, no stages. It’s the first time I’ve seen a club
shut down and I’ve been doing this for five years,” said Sam Stonebraker, 34, a
host at Rick’s Cabaret. “The game is pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime event in
this city.” White fireworks burst in the distance. Strangers hugged, whooped and
hollered in the streets, waving flags, shaking cowbells and dancing to
spontaneous brass bands. College students embraced restaurant waiters. A
homeless man toasted beers with well-dressed tourists. Cameras flashed.
Motorists honked horns with a cheerful cadence usually heard only at Carnival.

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